i drive to a 24 hr joint, i order a coke, i tell the person at the window that they’re the...

i drive to a 24 hr joint, i order a coke, i tell the person at the window that they’re the only thing tethering me to earth in this moment, i ask how softness or authentic personhood could ever flourish when planted in such dry adverse soil, they can’t answer me. their manger can’t answer me. its not in the handbook. the district representative can’t answer me. they have to close down n go home early, the cashier catches an extra 5 hrs of sleep before their next job. in my search & bother i’ve helped someone. i never get my coke.

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