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This Salad Tastes Like Shit

By Anelyse Pfeiffer
It’s almost 9:43 pm and the bartender is pouring me the Jack Daniels and coke that I just ordered with the chicken salad. I knew I would make myself purge after drinking enough so I had to eat something. The hotel bar is empty except for my Grandma and Great Aunt, myself and the bartender. The bartender is so quiet I don’t think she’s really even here. The salad came out quick, so I get to chase the iceberg lettuce with a cold drink that warms my stomach. I need something warm on a cold night like this. It’s Dec 20th today and I turn 26 tomorrow. The air is stiff and heavy, crisp and cool. The tip of my nose stings a bit. But it’s quiet. Oh, so quiet. Every conversation is muffled and distant. I don’t know how I’m answering their questions or why anyone is asking me anything anyways. I was just with Ryan getting a tattoo that he paid for. How could today turn out like this? It’s only been 6 hours and 22 minutes since I heard you were gone. Fuck you for leaving me and fuck me for not coming up here when I had the chance. But no, I’m too goddamn selfish. I think grandma just asked me how my salad was. I’m going to tell her ‘fine,’ but this salad tastes like shit.

Anelyse Pfeiffer has been a student of PCC for the last year. She is a single mother going back to school to show her daughter that it is possible to do what you love while working towards your goals. Poetry is usually the form her writing takes, but most recently she's been exploring the short story.
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  • 2020 Summer Folio
  • About
  • Black Lives Matter
  • Feral Parrot : The Blog
  • Submissions
  • Awards & Prizes
    • Handley Award Winners
    • 2019 Inscape Editor's Prizes
  • PCC Inscape Instagram
  • STAFF 2020
    • Fall 2020 STAFF Q&A
    • Staff-FALL 2019
    • staff-SPRING 2019
    • Staff -FALL 2018
    • Staff-SPRING 2018
    • Staff -FALL 2017
  • Interviews
    • INT - Adrian Cepeda Poet of the Year 2019
    • INT-Visiting Writer Wendy Adamson FA2019
  • ONLINE ARCHIVE
    • 2020 February Folio
    • 2019 Fall Folio
    • Celebrating Dia De Los Muertos
    • Issue On-7 2019SPR Mental Health Companion >
      • Issue Intro
    • ISSUE ON-6 2018FA Frankenstein Companion
    • Issue On-5 - 2018Su
    • Issue On-4 2018FA Spirituality
    • Issue ON-3 2017FA
    • Issue On-2 2016SPR
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    • Folio 2 - Moon Moon 2019
    • Folio 1 - Vote - 2018
  • PRINT ARCHIVE
    • Fall 2018 Print Issue - Frankenstein TOC
    • Fall 2017 Print Issue - Manifesto TOC