PORTLAND PIZZA JOINT
The hipster in the
Misfits tee shirt
wears a ski cap over
his head
like Elliott Smith,
although he is bald.
He pushes a slice to
the back of the oven
in the trendy pizza
restaurant
and I notice that
everyone has tattoos,
it must be a job
requirement, or something.
I imagine the
conversations they might
have after job
interviews that don't go well--
all of them whispering
to each other:
“Did you see that
dude?”
“His shoes were so
LAME.
“I bet he listens to
Justin Bieber.”
To work in this place,
you must be aggressive,
yet speak in a slurred
whisper
as if the act of
speaking was ridiculous,
stalk around in
ankle-high thrift store boots,
and stay up for hours
after work
drinking Pabst and
smoking organic cigarettes,
which just sounds
exhausting to me.
I'm happy with a slice
and a pint
and my son beside me,
grinning
while he checks out the
waitress' ass.

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