dash

A Sonnet, or Whatever

cinnabon

She goes I think it’s gonna like snow tonight
or whatever, and I go no, it’s totally not gonna be bad,
and she goes don’t get mad or whatever, but I might
meet Josh later at Sbarro’s, and I go I’m not mad

or whatever, but then I thought Josh? and I was like
are you serious or what? and she goes do me favor,
don’t get all attitude-y Judy, and I go you’re a dyke,
and she goes you’re a hater, and I go WHAT-EVER,

and I give her my eye-roll — you know the one —
and she goes fine or whatever, and then she eats a
whole beef burrito plus a ginormous Cinnabon,
and I go maybe I’ll meet your boyfriend later for pizza,

and then she like stares at me, but I just ignore her,
and she’s like forget this, and I’m like, you know, whatever.

Michael Steffen
 
If you have any thoughts on this poem,  Michael Steffen 
would be pleased to hear them.


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