Her Plate

Hot and flakey

crispy and dry

The bread crumbles in little shards as she presses the layers together.

A clean plate becomes a brown dust-filled landscape

and she picks it up

revealing the oval shape of her sandwich.

In a mouth-watering bite she delights in the salty beefy flavor

cool meat against her tongue

and hot toasted bread.

The peppers of the cheese take a bite out of her mouth

as the melted cheese takes over her tastebuds.

And the coolness of the spinach dip dressing

rescues them all

As it moistens the dry toast

cools the burning peppers

smooths out the salty meat.

And she chews

savor the flavor,

As if on a journey to a new land

her mind takes pictures with her senses

The smell of the wheat

the shine of the cheese

the sharpness of the peppers.

And in moments

her journey to an adventurous place is satisfied.

And her plate is returned to the counter.

With only a white oval remaining

in a brown sea of delicious dust.