401k
She chased me through the letter
grocery store
wild haired flannel shirted
and began to shout
in the dairy asile
about committment and rights
longevity and history
her hair flopped and she began to add spit to her sentences
it was almost funny
except she was spitting on me
wild
she was wild but not in a good way
what you mean, I said finally, is you want his 401K
believe it or not, she walked away.
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2011
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