General Tsao's Chicken

Sometimes,
in the afternoon,
I'm overtaken
by an urge to get
a pound
or two
of General Tsao.

Today, while in line,
a woman of seventy,
or so
at least a foot shorter,
clean
smelling good
not too much cologne,
with a thick, German accent,
waited for service.

We exchanged a few opinions
about our love
for General Tsao's chicken
and how much we would like to meet him.

I was smitten.
Not only was she as cute as a bug,
She had a wonderful sense of the absurd,
and I could listen to her for hours.