An Excerpt From Daily Life I: Gas Stations

Travelers, hitchhikers, wayward renegades
Filter in and out like fish through a grating

A dingy passage that, though functional
is weathered from age and untended use

A young girl exits, laboring to carry a bag full of trash
Filled with the contents of people’s half-consumed products

Paper scraps and plastic cups push at the edges
The dull colors mixing where the sodas and coffees collide

She hunches forward with an awkward gait
A body weakened from over-consumption and under-exertion

I can only imagine what it must feel like
To earn your living wages inside of a gas station

But the thought is halted as the car doors slams
And we roll back into our journey

– An excerpt from daily life


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