Retail

Retail

A Poem by Tom Cook
"

It's 9:12 am and I'm on break at Old Navy

"
Sitting outside beside the
dumpster near an accordion stack of
broken, flat cardboard boxes.

Listening to the small talk of a
black woman with a bad smokers cough as
she looses the place in her beauty
magazine. Her niece had a child and she's
only 17. She had her first child at 16 and says
that her niece should learn to practice
safe sex.

The managers smoke and
talk s**t about the other managers--
WHO FORGOT TO TAKE OUT THE TRASH
LAST NIGHT?

If it's not one thing it's another
because all we do is b***h, and work
and b***h some more, and work some more.
B***h
and work.

© 2012 Tom Cook


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Tom Cook
Tom Cook

Cape Girardeau, MO



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My fiction has been published in the World of Myth, my body in Play-girl. I'm an editor for Wednesday Night Writes, please send me your stories, flash fiction, and poetry, I want you to know the wa.. more..

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