I've got this great set of postcards featuring William Eggleston photographs. He's perfect for writing stuff that's a little off the wall. This particular postcard seemed to me to be about getting a meal in a strange place, noticing the oddities all around, especially as regards food. This image dovetails with the fact that I'd noticed a lot of FaceBook posts today and yesterday about food (it IS one of the more popular topics on which to post), and so I collected the first ten or so that crossed my feed today and put them into this poem. Yes, my FB friends: you may recognize your own food-related rantings!