A Moment Between Shifts

Oh, how I loathe the way my food tastes when I rush it into my mouth.

What little pleasure I get from these spurts of freedom,

which feels more like a tease, teaser, teasing me as they walk around

screaming in their third grade voices, “Spring Break! Spring Break!”

And all I can think about is, just you wait. Just you wait a few more years.

Only by being ill mannered in my thoughts, am I able to crack a smile.

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