it spurts and sprays onto my plate
spattering my shirt
as i squeeze the life out of the bottle
knife and fork at the ready
my stomach growls in anticipation
i saw off a chunk of meat
and smear it around in my condiment of choice
delighting as bite after bite
the fusion of flavors commingle in my mouth
and ecstasy is achieved
until i reach for more
and the horrifying realization sinks in
I’m out of ketchup.
*For my dear friend Mark who calls me the ketchup queen.