Watering Plastic Grass.

"Please don't yell"
so I shouted in her face
and then
I slammed the door as a preemptive measure
(before I was asked to leave)

and then
I realized that there is no such thing
as a proportionate response
so then
I lay in the fake grass at Sonic
and
I let my face leak without plugging up the
holes

because then
the grass was poking into my back
and I was aching
and my head was aching
and my face felt like it could use a drain anyway
and the people who worked there were desperately
in need of entertainment

so I lay in the WonderTurf
(or whatever the hell they call plastic pretending
to be grass these days)

and cried.