I Want to Speak to a Manager By E.J. Schoenborn

I Want to Speak to a Manager So Sharon walks into my cafe with her “I want to speak to a manager” haircut and wearing “My kid is on the honor roll” jeans. She comes up to the counter and orders twenty-four raspberry muffins for Jimmy’s soccer team because it’s her turn to bring a … Continue reading I Want to Speak to a Manager By E.J. Schoenborn

An Ode to Port-a-Potties By E.J. Schoenborn

An Ode to Port-a-Potties Oh, mobile shit box, I walked five miles looking for an all-gender restroom before I laid my eyes upon your beautiful frame. All my friends complain about you, but I know your true purpose, scattered across campgrounds and sidewalks like dandelion heads on the breeze. You, underappreciated plastic pew, offer sanctuary … Continue reading An Ode to Port-a-Potties By E.J. Schoenborn

The Woman Behind the Makeup Counter Asks What Gender Are You, the Man in the Pickup Truck Asks What Gender Are You, the Boy in My English Class Asks By E.J. Schoenborn

The Woman Behind the Makeup Counter Asks What Gender Are You, the Man in the Pickup Truck Asks What Gender Are You, the Boy in My English Class Asks My gender is a sleeve of to-go cups because he no longer wants to stay for coffee. My gender is my date saying, “I don’t think … Continue reading The Woman Behind the Makeup Counter Asks What Gender Are You, the Man in the Pickup Truck Asks What Gender Are You, the Boy in My English Class Asks By E.J. Schoenborn