Untitled Poem

by Brinna Dessert

I know well what a 4 feels like on the punch clock when I’m arriving one hour late to a job I’ve quit at least twice, and it feels nothing like holding your hand. If you stop spending all of your money on beer and save up for an engagement ring and propose to your girlfriend who doesn’t want to marry you, and she says no, she won’t marry you, I will. Doing my homework costs five dollars and twenty-five cents because I’m lactose-intolerant and this is the only place I can get anything done.

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