liberal arts was the key

to nothing.

i stood there by the door

ringing up the customers.

at 2 a.m. i am still there

folding jeans, placing it in

the red and white plastic bag

and folding another and placing, another

and placing, another–

i sit up violently

searching my linen sheets.

where did the pair of jeans go?

my head slumps down with the thought

3 more hours until work.

at 5 a.m. i twist the door

and walk into nothing.

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