Bonus Cut Poetry: A Poem By Abby Conklin

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This is the eighth installment of Bonus Cut Poetry, a new series that features original poems by Bonus Cut staff, artists and YOU! In this series, our mission is to bring people together in poetry, share stories and display wonderful artistic pieces. If you would like to have your poems in the next Bonus Cut Poetry installment, just email us at bonuscut@gmail.com

Our eighth installment features guest writer Abby Conklin.

Barista Training, Day 2
By: Abby Conklin 

Today, someone held my hand
and it didn’t matter.  “Here,”
he said, because my someones
are always hes.  “Maybe
this will work.”  Without asking,
he slid his fingers
over mine.  Crooked
them in at the milk pitcher’s
hip.  Hold-
like this.  Rock-
like this.  There, make
more sense?

Exasperated twenty-something,
narrow shirt, maroon jeans.
I  stare at the angry
starburst in his eye.  Tie
tin cans between it
and his hand
and me.

Where are the secrets
meant to shake in those
wires? Teach me about
how this doesn’t mean
anything, the way that that
did.

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