Wednesday, May 1, 2013

short syllable, story poem: Donovan Acuna


I have an interview
this morning and now
even though I don’t want
to I must wake up and
go get ready for the
day and wash all the
dirt and stuff from my body
away. I have a few
hairs where I really don't
desire, right on my chin,
so I will shave after
my shower. I have a job
I need to win over
the one who I love so
much, but not enough to
just give up my means to
money, so whatever
I want. Man this itches.
What is that burning
on the fields of my face
like fire to deadwood
or mace to our eyes.
I am now getting swoll
-en on my face. Allergies
to this shaving cream oh
how great. Minutes to the
interview. Days from be
-ing ready for it. My
lover and I both got
a chance. No job for me.

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