What’ll it be today? Synthetic Happiness?...$8.99 option to add: highlight reel…$0.30 Loaded and Double-layered Captions?...$5.99 option to add: cryptic…$0.30 Lack of Substance Bio?...$5.99 option to add: quirky…$0.30ColosseumComment Section Battle Seats?...$7.99 entertainment has never been easier. Smoke & Mirrors Beauty?...$9.99 option to add: filters…$0.30 Honestly, what is “real” anyway if it makes you feel something? …too many Calories? Here’s our diet options: 15 Minutes…take off $0.70 30 Minutes…take off $0.50 simply ignore when you really need a fix ; ) Before you attend (and all are welcome) please consider our atmosphere: • Open concept or private room – depending on your preference • Black Tie – reminder: we cannot be held responsible for any ridicule you experience if dressed otherwise. • Determine before attending: to be or not to be…seen. That is the question. • Expected behavior: well, we’re not sure. It seems we’re in the midst of recreating the menu… • Please remember we are always experimenting with various spices which may or may not be offensive to you, just let your waiter know, but we are proud of our commitment to keeping the classics. Which reminds us (and yes you must choose) … Conservative or Liberal Sauce?...$0.30 -Rachel Burger
#poem
Soft Landing
Soft and cozy landing An innocent’s sweet abandon Dreaming on my chest Hands resting on my neck Nothing like youth’s rest How does one so little Know how to hug so well? The heaviness is lovely I’d bottle up your smell Feel your soft dips up and down Inhale, exhale The world outside these walls is swirling But right now all is well I wish I could replay this scene for all my years When someday I’m remembering With haunting, grateful tears If I squeeze you longer Can I hold it? Or re-inhabit my body later, in this moment? Whenever I please. Always here Should you need a soft landing of peace dedicated to my babies 🙂 -Rachel Burger
What Hope Tastes Like
prompt from: @whenthebeestings on Instagram tea in morning light fresh food in the breeze the risen bread after a collapsed loaf sunsets’ shutting eye on seas water after a long parched rest home base knowing eyes that know you best the first meal when illness has retreated a firm cradling hug when all other comforts have been depleted ~rachel burger
I’ve Lived Lives in my Dreams
I’ve lived lives in my dreams Not confined by realities The adventure leaving me beguiled That picked up where I left on and Kept going for miles Haunting me with possibilities Cause I’m always wondering about these Pathways I’ve abandoned Erased them like chalk lines Where I stopped and turned at a curve Drew new borders I’ve defined It haunts me Is it haunting for you? All the things we didn’t do? I’ve known them longer Seen the chaos of keeping on this path Traveled through stranger’s stories Danger and wrath Fell through glistening stars Bent reality through Life Memory And fantasy Owning all that’s ours Flipped through channels of time and place My dreams are a time machine I, the master of time and space Shifting Like change was nothing And I hold it in my palms I conjure similarities When my eyes open But the mystical becomes lost on me I look forward to closing my eyes Shaking up realities Parting still water seas
Rachel Burger Writes 