Twentysomething
Written By Carson Cawthon
I’ll have a quarter-life crisis
on the rocks
and questionable haircuts
straight up.
Pour another round of
thrift store shoes,
cold shoulder dresses,
and the smell of trash long overfilled,
balancing precariously above the rim.
We’re serving up
our own parents’ humanity,
opinions on literature,
clothes still damp piled atop the dryer,
and a text that reads:
Hey ladies! Let’s all remember to switch our laundry in a timely manner!
shaken not stirred.
Damn, growing up
burns on the way down.