The jingle still rings a little in my head
as I take a bite of my sandwich
and remember those school lunches
where we used to squabble over desserts,
praising our moms on one day for cupcakes
and deserting her on another for veggie sticks.

I still taste the white bread, Wonder Bread,
stuck to the roof of my mouth,
and giggle at the way you used to poke holes in your meat
to see the world,
as if ham gave you one perspective; salami, another.

I packed the lunches today, as I do every day,
with wheat bread, plumbs, and organic chips
but I secretly stuffed a Hershey’s kiss at the bottom of each bag
when my wife wasn’t watching
so that maybe I could get a shout-out at the table today, too.

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