Grilled cheese sandwiches have always been my friend.
Not for me
That’s what I had in the Kmart cafe in Albany when I was 10 and my mom told me she was preggers with my sister.
It’s what I had at the Friendly’s across the street from the library in 10th grade with my bestie instead of doing our history paper.
It’s what my boyfriend in college treated me to. I was a cheap date.
It’s what I had when that boy married me and we partied all night and went to a Greek diner at 5am.
It’s what I have now with my punks and their friends on a rockin’ Friday night that ends at 8.
Cheese. Bread. The building blocks to a good life. Fries are good too.