Open the lid to find slightly burnt edges

I bite into the smoky spice of the sausage
Off the bread slides strings of sauerkraut 
 
From the lip of the box my fork scoops it
Tastes the bitterness of a pickled cabbage
Residue a royal purple stain on white canvas
 
My teeth separate fullest potato
This bite crisp, that smooth
Each one peppered, each one bacon-ed—!

Sorry, sausage truck, my dear
Words have failed
Your German potato salad