Tag: Paul Tanner
Four Poems|Paul Tanner
spoilsport my first shift, they sent me out with a shopping list: coffee? check. sugar? check. butt plugs … wait, what? butt plugs? I rolled my eyes at their wit and went back … the boss and supervisor were waiting: did you get the butt plugs? the boss asked. I said no. but you […]
Four Poems|Paul Tanner
pesky logic I serve her. then I use the hand sanitizer. she watches me rubbing my hands together. I’m clean, you know! she says. I have to do it after every customer, I tell her. oh, charming! well what about YOU, eh? she points at me from across the counter. […]
Four Poems|Paul Tanner
welcome to the Chrysomelidae family wanna bag? I ask. no, he says. so I scan his stuff up and tell him the price and he taps his card against the machine and there’s the beep and the receipt comes chugging out and then he goes oh actually, I will have a bag, […]