I hand in my shirt,
the words, "You're terminated, good luck."
*
no money for a month
and no worries for a day
with nothing but memories
of yesterday, seeing the
sensate and ornate
in lawn chairs and flattened
grass tongues, licking my feet
on my way home
*
if it is expected, I have a thrilled
and terrified expression
of never working at that place again
disheveled for a week,
This month will be intense
but I am alive being able to see
the sun for what it is again
YOU ARE READING
oh the hue-manity
Poetrynow that katie isnt on wattpad, who will do my covers now? edit: after some long talks on the phone and i may of sold my soul to Katie (again) she agreed to make me a cover
