I couldn’t resist this one, either:

In Midwinter, an Odd Thing Can Happen Halfway Through a McDonald Sandwich

Luis Cabalquinto

I am eating a sandwich at McDonald’s.

It is in a large empty patio, white space.

It is midwinter, and cold.

A sparrow flies in suddenly—

Hops about under the tables.

I throw a crumb which lands at his feet.

He sees the piece of bread, takes it.

He looks at me, blinks, and flies away.

The rest of my sandwich tastes like birdshit.