PART TIME STORE CLERK By Damian Rucci

PART TIME STORE CLERK

It’s 3am
and my feet are sore

the hundredth box of
raviolis broke on the floor

and I couldn’t care
less

the guy I work with—
his thumbs are numb

from swiping lonely women
on Tinder.

I want to breathe Pacific
backpack to Katmandu

leave this grocery store
in flames

so I can have something
to write about.

I need to leave home.

By Damian Rucci

Biography:

Damian Rucci is a writer and poet from New Jersey whose work has appeared recently in Eunoia Review, Beatdom, Yellow Chair Review, and Indiana Voice Journal. He is the founder and host of Poetry in the Port, one of the Damned Poets, and the author of Tweet and Other Poems (MDP 2016), Symphony of Crows (2015), and The Literary Degenerate Blog.

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