Sandy lists her degree after her name.
I shove mine in the back of my mind.
Sandy flaunts her brains.
I forget I have one.
Sandy looks down on the less educated.
I'll drink wine with anyone.
Sandy shoves her degree in my face.
I shove my middle finger in hers.
Sandy loses her cushy Wall Street job (because of the coronavirus).
We drink wine with a high school dropout—and she has never been happier.
(© 2020 Andrew Cyr)
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The Lonely Position of NeutralPoetry
Ben's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...