Experimental Prose Poetry Thing

Thursdays mean payday. Thursdays mean waiting for boyfriend to visit. Mean going to Steak ‘n Shake at 4 am. Mean $84 after he pays bills. $44 after paying back dad. Praying for no snow. Clear, black asphalt roads. Thursdays mean writing papers at 5 pm. Subway for dinner. 6-inch veggie on wheat. Pepper jack cheese. No, I would not like it toasted. Lettuce, onions, green peppers, black olives, Italian dressing. Soggy salad on bread. Thursdays mean finishing homework and taking out the trash. Mean reading 50 pages of Jane Austen next to the broken too-hot heater. Mean weekly catch-up with boyfriend. Thursdays mean a paycheck stolen by brothers for drug money. Mean a window sill full of freezing pocket change for toll money when boyfriend leaves. Mean eating Guggisberg hot pepper cheese that boyfriend got from work while we drive to Steak ‘n Shake. Thursdays mean tired fights at 8 am because boyfriend doesn’t think I’m funny. He doesn’t appreciate JA jokes while falling asleep at 6 am. Thursdays mean burgers before bed. Garlic double steakburger with honey mustard on the side for dipping.

***Title, JA joke, Frank O’Hara line


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