Riley welch is a poet from texas living in Denver. She posts three original poems a week. 

And I Felt a Great Loss

While in line at Wendy's
I watched a woman
checking fried goods in the oil.

And flipping the fries and nuggets
about in this basket,
and when she did
a piece of chicken
flipped out of the basket
and into the boiling oil.

I was immediatly fixated
and curious
as to the destiny of the chicken.
Would it be retrieved
or burn up in all that oil?

Riley Welch


The Golden Hour