She told herself she’d have just 1 mo’ chip a thousand times, & then told himself just 1 mo’ chip would cause her to explode, & then he did explode with flavor, & that was where her heart had been the whole era.
But he dropped too many crumbs from her maw. She wasn’t paying attention to the chews o’ his food, & now he’d pay.
With caved-in eyes she stared @ the shelves o’ a million o’ flavors o’ kettle jalapeño chips, her knees on checkered linoleum.