Friday, May 17, 2013

After work, I do my own work at other coffeeshops

Like a finger grown fat
I hafta work into this day.

Six years yet given
& all working for another's generosity

has given me
is the need to give what's given

back away.
I fear being rude--

poor now as I am--
to those who do the work I do

who hafta wake early
& bake their faces

into cheap pastries
unhappy women

dry with money & marriage
will tip a dollar for,

but I can't afford a home,
A/C or many friends,

so I hafta pay my rent
at a back wobbly table

& not worry about how
much I just spent

for the time & noise needed
to attempt what I'm able.

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