working
til i lose my own goddamn sense of self and there’s still a hole in my pocket which means im the dumber member of every drinking party. There’s great danger the next round might always be on me.
worked at w. today and thought the manager was so cute, I want to marry him, i thought, i want to be with him. he reminded me of the other manager, the survivor guy, tj, and that guy who liked frisbee and me in the 11th grade. These random cool dudes who thought I was dope. it was like a dream or whatever. he talked about his wife and baby. Excellent, I thought he’s not afraid of commitment. There are hurdles and we push pass, we accelerate, we never stop, we never say die, do we? No, we never say die.
A patron brought in a bunny. The patron’s purse was part enclosure so the bunny could hop around, shite, and rest on the bamboo** while the chump couple ate their eggs which consisted of the same order doubles. Great minds think alike indeed, cried the scholars. A poodle at a surrounding table began to develop eyes for the bunny. Alas, cried the bunny, nothing gold can stay. Hope hop. And thusly the bun returned to his mink bag where he could see no one and no one could see him.
We closed the shift and no one noticed much change of anything. The staff turned over and we all went home.
***There Bun-Bun would dream of the good old days when he was actually a free rabbit away form the noise and stress of the concrete jungle and could go to a home that wasn’t a purse.














