SludgeA Poem by Susannah Raejump into my headWas it late? Maybe. Just dark as I fumbled forward on Cecil B. with a mouthful of my own hair so thoughtfully whipped there by the wind. I was the gypsy-girl who slid by on grease - I shuffled into the china shop that had popped up in my path immediately disoriented by blinding bulbs or, maybe just the L? A stranger’s hands (they looked suspiciously like mine, but I couldn’t be sure) clumsily traded crumbled bills in exchange for a hilariously huge bottle dripping condensation I was both surprised by the slimy surface and satisfied to confirm that those hands, did in fact, belong to me. Looked down at those hands and - S**t. I didn’t want beer. I pondered what to do about it, and my plight became more and more comical a strange, bark of a laugh snorted from my nose. I nearly choked to death on it. I didn’t know what I wanted but... the colors were so phenomenal, the packages, so optimistic so full of promises... With wild eyes I looked up at a white haired relic as he barred his savage gold mouth in my direction (he probably meant to be kind, ya know, manners?) I bolted out the door anyway, back into the wind, terrified I sprinted as hard as I could but the unwanted beer slowed my progress; without so much as a “see-ya” I loosed my grip on its neck, and left bewildered faces and the crash of shattered glass in my wake.
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