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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Ilana Gustafson


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The Barista Drew a Sad Face on My Cup

In the Starbucks, I hover

my hand over the two mouths of the trashcan
holding a receipt from something

I bought the day before the fire. Now,
one of my only possessions.

Grocery Outlet, a bargain market, $18.03
The yogurt and clementines meant for

the morning are mingled somewhere on
that toasted hillside with the ashy sludge

of all the tokens not taken. I can't decide between
Landfill or Recycle, so I put my hand back

in the pocket of my only jacket, feeling
the tube of lip balm that's been there for months.