Waitress Pad Poems
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Penelope taught me to wile away the day
with masturbation and seltzer--
fill myself with fizz. Pretend
every little drop of rain is a dream
of a queen long gone.
76835
I turned off the TV
to be alone with you.
76836
This is a love poem, and it’s about you.
76831
I want your hand to bite like
the gaits
and smiles of boys who are
newly men bite--
like sunburned shoulders
freshly showered
for dinner. Are you having
fun? My resting state’s
in love or in
New York or both.
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I said god give me
a sign and she sent me
two in button-ups and
matching haircuts and
matching glasses,
and running shoes for
support, an anxiety
shroud woven with love.
76834
Some bug-eyed fish babies. That’ll show us.
54646
All I really want is to get paid
to write the word “fuck”.
Anonymous, Fall 2018
Artwork by An Pham