National Poetry Month DAY SEVEN

Having a shit-all day and all I’ve done is eat lunch and go to the pharmacy.  I’m tired.  I am the epitome of “not feeling it.”  Here’s an untitled angst piece.

Today was one of those days

where you depend on the warm smile

of a stranger,

the “have a nice day” of the pharmacist

behind the counter,

the head nod from that kid

who sat behind you in history last semester.

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Kaitlyn Crow

I'm a 19 year old creative writer from Virginia.

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