tonight there was a man at Mc Donalds
he sat in the booth behind us
nodding vehemently at my protests
to sitting with my back to the door
[they're out to get me, and I can't
see if I need to make a quick
getaway
eyes nervous, holding back
a dam of questions
too intrigued while trying to not look creepy
[he did]
who do you turn to when you've hit rock bottom
he asked. I turn to god.
are you young ladies saved?
we smiled and nodded
[no, not really...]
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