Food Service

By Laura Lynn Brown

7 • Food Service

The overseer of meats
at Mehlman’s Cafeteria

would plate a slice of meatloaf
when he saw my brother in line.

The morning window woman
at Community Bakery

knows without asking: cinnamon
doughnut, coffee with cream.

When the angry woman in the wheelchair
sends back her eggs on Christmas Eve,

the night manager who remembers
I had a blueberry waffle last time

cracks two in a bowl, takes
the whisk from the cook

and beats ’til fluffy, teaching,
“This is how she likes them.”

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