Off the Menu

Gimme a steamin’ bowl of Mississippi crawdads. And jumbo shrimp so big I’ll need a knife and fork to eat ‘em. Baby back ribs, spicy, and fresh collard greens. I want local stuff, ya hear me? I don’t want none of that Californee hothouse shit. Then some warm peach cobbler and ice cream, and gingerbeer with lots of ice.

Then get me a priest. I don’t wanna face these last hours alone.

Katherine Grosjean lives and writes in rural Ontario, Canada. Her work has appeared in McSweeney’s, SmokeLong Quarterly, Snow Monkey, Pig Iron Malt, the-phone-book, Literary Potpourri, and other fine publications.