8.2.15
more of terry
/ t always snuck the customers tea bags from the counter / look them in the closest eye / he sucked out the remaining sap dripping from the linen bag with dried tea leaves, and someone tripped on spilled coffee beans / ‘shut them up, or i’ll sue yr ass’ / 20 minutes of solace, twenty of the bags had no water left, i think i wanna try and get it out, cade at the cash register laughed and his mole on his mouth disappeared into a laugh line, ‘dammit we should start a tip jar for the kid,’ / terry just wanted to get the leftovers out / zip it up, or ill take you to the doctors! / shots shots shots shots - needles poking me, do you mind ? / milk and sugar turned it pale brown, that leather seat in papa’s beamer / ‘where the hot and truth go?’ t couldn’t see the truth, his / dad always woke him up by tracing the maps t was drawing in his sleep, I yawned, he said ,’go anywhere new boy?’ / stop staring / 7 o clock + 8 o clock + the sun never says goodbye, that’s called a french exit right? / pink swear with me / I won’t be hard to find, cause them lights on the plane will be leading me home / i hadn’t been to any dakota yet, mama said this guys called the crackheads live their, after that I never stepped on a crack, my mama’s not in danger / t wished they would stop cutting on his show when they pranced in with torn up brown bags, and dirt hanging off their jackets, he crossed his fingers for trouble—but wished his uniform had twice as many stains / ‘another one?’ carrot flew from mouth and collaged the plastic soaking to the table, ‘nuh-uh!’ i told y’all this one ain’t from her, tommy, daniel, skippy, charles and I starting singing, ‘blow me a kiss jimmy, blow mommy a kiss’ / sharon left the PTA meeting and stopped by ms. d’s room ‘can i leave this for my son?’ ‘ of course, what a wonderful day for hot chocolate!’/ it was cold, and i poured it out in the drain / 2’ pm ‘my nose is bleeding!’ / red matches, blue ones, some smelled like that motel we stayed in over spring, a yellow one with feathers, why’d they make those indians look mean— i stole them and kept in my comic books, i don’t like bookmarks too much / ‘harvey stop blowing it in my face,’ you got any better ideas? / why does that plant smell like old ribs?, at least we have some leftover dump spray / he killed a spider on the way out / ‘young man?’ t knew it was about the socks / save it boy let it grow—dads know best / tweet twee— ‘hey josh floyd’s waking up!
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