one pancake in America. The waitress wrote it down and said, "one short stack." Short. а and humble man. A short stack sounded perfect for me. waited with a calm heart. She returned carrying three pan

one pancake in America. The waitress wrote it down and said, "one short
stack."
Short. а and humble man. A short stack sounded perfect for me.
waited with a calm heart.
She returned carrying three pancakes, each the size of my face, stacked into a
tower, with a block of butter on top sliding down the sides like slow lava.
This was the short one. did not dare ask what the tall one looked like. Some
knowledge a man is not ready for.
late for forty minutes. was not full. was afraid. The tower did not shrink.
fairly sure it was growing back faster than could eat it
had to surrender. left half. In Japan, leaving food is a deep shame. So leaned in
close and apologized to the pancakes directly, in a low voice, one one
The waitress asked if wanted a box. did not know food could be taken into
custody. declined. did not want it following me home
In America, is the short stack truly the smail one?
need time to prepare my spirit before ever face the tall one
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