One Day Poem by Bryan Thao Worra

Mother-in-law threw out the paper plate
I wrote a poem on.
"What was it doing there in the first place? "
Was her first question.
The next was: "How good could it be,
If it fit on just one? "

Too late, the trash-man has come by
Leaving behind only an empty bin.

Breakfast today was a McDonald's McMuffin,
Her treat,

As she eyed my wrapper suspiciously
Between bites.

How delicious it was!