Poetry: Waffle House at 3am


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Waffle House at 3am
By: Maranda Russell

Waffle House
at 3 am
is not the place
to make a scene.

It doesn’t matter
if your heart
is broken,
if your brother
just ran off
with your boyfriend,
or if you want
to punch
that smarmy cook
right
in the left
testicle.

Stringy hashbrowns
cover a multitude
of sins,
vanilla coke
softly bubbles
over salty wounds,
and once in a while,
raisin toast
can be sweeter
than revenge.


10 responses to “Poetry: Waffle House at 3am”

    • This is loosely based on real experiences, both mine and someone else’s. I took some creative license with it though. Yeah, I think WaHo is probably mostly southern and midwestern. There are a ton of them here in the Indiana/Ohio area too.

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  1. Nice. You really surprised me with the raisin toast and that part about your brother and your boyfriend.

    I’d also like to say something about your curious decision to spare the right over the left testicle. I know you were writing in the subjunctive, but I can’t help wondering about the back story there. I don’t want to pry, but if I ever have the opportunity to read your memoirs, I’m sure I will do so at least in part to learn the answers to these kinds of questions. 🤣🤣🤣

    Seriously, though, I really enjoyed this poem.

    😊👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

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