I get paid three dollars to imagine being buried under the ice in the salad bar.
Bob calls my name, and I ask what.
I walk towards the pizza ovens.
He asks if I’m ready, and I say yeah.
He throws a pepperoni into the air vent above them.
It floats and flutters.
He throws another one.
A porno about floating pepperoni.
He says that they used to throw handfuls of them up there.
I want to climb into the air vent and join them and burn my feet and face off.
They eventually spit out onto the ground.
I get paid four dollars to stare at them on the floor and remember how they were so pretty when they were so alive.
Anthony Rodriguez is a graduate from Indiana University in psychology and philosophy. Wow. He is finishing his MA in clinical psychology from Roosevelt University. Woo. He is a therapy intern at a local college in Chicago. Oh boy. Ask him about professional wrestling and Viktor Frankl. Hot dog. What’s a Twitter?