Looking for Lost Underpants at Dawn
cotton briefs whisper
as souls in rubber soles prep
for a coming extinction
Looking for Lost Underpants at Dusk
winds wave Hello as
cotton briefs on laundry lines
dance for empty seats
Closing Time
Dusk moves in as headlights and hankerings
for pasta noodles in butter, corduroy couch
cushions, and Netflix logins move up. Priorities
as peculiar as policies percolate. Eyes blink.
Demand for caffeine sinks. Echoes wink. Now’s
not the time to dance awkward office-made
rhymes. Souls in rubber soles, stitched of
clocks and overhead chimes, seek paths home.
- © Jen Schneider 2023
Jen Schneider is an educator who lives, writes, and works in small spaces throughout Pennsylvania. Recent works include A Collection of Recollections, On always Being an Outsider, Invisible Ink, On Habits& Habitats, and Blindfolds, Bruises, and Breakups.
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