cream raze my appetizer is a caesar salad i forget to douse with lemon. the lunch menu is austere and off-putting. most of the meals that would leave me feeling satisfied cost more than i'm willing to spend. for forty-four dollars i can enjoy two adorable strips of squirrel meat. and that's one of the cheaper options. why would i want to eat the animal that's most like me? i settle on making myself a sandwich. i get to choose my own toppings. like at home, only less convenient. the waitress asks if i want milk or sugar for my coffee. just cream, i tell her. it's already as white as my sun-starved skin when the mug touches the table. i tilt my head back and drink what this dream has to give me. the nectar is cold. it tastes like nothing at all. 240130 what's it to you? who go blather from