The Fault in Our Michelin Stars
by Shaina
Anonymous (right?)
I wanted to be a chef in the
times when that meant cooking
for people
I grew up making pancakes
for my brother and his friend
Sebastian. They said thank you but
they did not give me a
gold star.
Wasn’t that the kid
in school that cried
when the teacher took away his
gold star.
It wasn’t the tough guy. Stars
mean asses in chairs, too. I
comprehend the business but there
are people who go to eat at places
just because there’s good food.
I can’t afford to eat the stars. Stars
are shiny like maybe they forgot who
their friends are. I want a
goddamn plate of food.
What is chef? Hello? Are you a
chef
Where is my
chef
chef
chef
chef
Flew away on a shooting star
chef.