hold the onions

last night I dreamt that people were built
In the same manner that he made the veggie burgers -
just like burger king,
we could be served up any which way that you like it.

instead of push up bras and personalities,
we were more concerned with whether
we were dressed with lettuce and tomato,
and whether or not we were tucked inside a toasted sesame bun.

cheese?
yes please,but hold the onions.

perhaps people really are kind of already put together that way,
as the ingredients are plentyand the combinations endless.

the fact that we were all reduced to being a bunch of burgers
wasn't what troubled me in the dream.
it's this next part...

i was in my dressing room slapping on some sesame seeds,
debating between adding some sprouts or romaine,
when someone showed up with a special delivery.

he had brown bagged a bunch of envelopes
Which he happily put in my hands.

"i shared your secret recipe to those that you hold close,"he said.
"and I challenged them to change it.
i think you'll find their feedback fascinating."

i got upset.

"now why did you go and do a thing like that?"i asked.
"i mean, even I don't know what I'm made up of.
at least not completely. who knows now?!?"

sure, i thought i knew what to do to make myself taste better,
but i hadn't a clue as to what my basic patty was made of.

"well then do what you wish," he said.
"i thought it might be helpful."

and he left.

"open it," tara told me."and then you'll know."

but i couldn't. it made me nervous.
and i didn't want to know.

i was worried about what i might do
if i learned that he might like me better with ketchup.
would i stop wearing ketchup and opt for mustard instead?
would the two taste terrible together?
or if mom thought i could use a little more relish.
would I pack on the pickles each time that i saw her?
and then would I still be the same with pickles and ketchup
as I previously had been without?
what if god forbid someone recommended mayo,
could i ever get used to the smell?

i just wasn't sure.perhaps, i thought
the person who preferred pickles on their patty
might find the mustard monger to be quite complimentary -
it shouldn�t have to be such a clash of the condiments.
perhaps.

But like i said,i just wasn't sure,
I just wasn't used to tackling toppings.

I flushed the brown bag down the toilet
then I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a pot.

surely, i considered,
i could come up with a condiment that no one had ever considered.
I mean isn't that how the secret special sauce got started?_________________________________________________