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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Cayce Bat


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Waiting

In the car outside the CVS while her boyfriend runs inside
to buy the pregnancy test.
She's two weeks late—she's been waiting—but tonight
he touched her. She panicked. Told him. Cried.
She's freshly showered. Her damp hair is wrapped in a towel;
she wears her college shirt, sweat pants, flip-flops,
looks down, hoping no one will notice her.
It's midnight, turning tomorrow in the 24-hour drugstore.
He parked under a street light, locked the car doors.
Left her for a minute tonight. He's running. She's waiting.
This is how we spend our lives.