our waitress wasn't the best
my mother says she'll tip her
well anyways, because
the employees here don't
get paid much, and this
tired little woman might need
two dollars to pay for
her cigarettes
i nod and wonder
if the fidgety boy with
soft hair and the look
of a scatterbrained person
will steal the tip
we left for her
when he clears the table
i decide i wouldn't mind
either way-- maybe he needs
two dollars to pay for his
cigarettes too
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Poetrybasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
