Fingerprints on the fridge
footprints in the fabric
a foreign perfume in the air
a trial of breadcrumbs left behind

Who stole my sandwich?

It had my name on it
and everything
bacon, lettuce, tomato, and cheese
but it’s so much more than a BLAT

The fridge is cold
like my sandwich-less heart
it’s making a strange noise
it feels my pain

I see him
Jim
the office manager
picking bacon from his teeth

My new enemy
no one takes my sandwich
and gets away with
no one!

Revenge is best served cold
like a sandwich
Oh
I miss it.