Poems of the Week

Personally Panned

by Marshall Begel

“[Pizza Hut] built a diminutive pop-up in New York City to celebrate
the personal pan pizza”
—The Washington Post

Nostalgic folks can get a treat
From when The Hut was boss—
In tiny restaurants, complete
With bland tomato sauce.

The single-seated vinyl booth
And stained-glass logo lights
Return me to my days of youth,
With crushing, lonely nights.