Mahershalalhashbaz Co.

An army of square lights on the ceiling.
My destiny is sandwich with no filling.
Two thin slices. Side-by-side. Both white.
I’ve longed to taste tapas my whole life.
Even to dip my bread in egg would suffice.

Well, Christ, I’ll take a trip to the bakery!
A crusty loaf would remain in the teeth
and granary could easily plant a seed.

En route in the street, I spot a biblical treat.
It’s a mouthful from the Mahershalalhashbaz
company. They rebranded after a decade
selling acclaimed hand-made paintings.
In dense writing was their message to me…

Immerse my head in the still night air of June,
where the moonlight is hidden behind a tree.