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a poem by Shannon Peil
belonging
they look at me like i don't belong here
as if i didn't know that
jukebox playing a song 20 years too old for me
guys sinking closer and closer to the bar
the bartender is dry skinned
roots showing
muffin top over denim
wasn't even cute 30 years ago
and i know i don't belong but order anyway
it's 11am on a tuesday
and i'm drinking by myself
don't tell me i don't belong
here's a dollar
as if i didn't know that
jukebox playing a song 20 years too old for me
guys sinking closer and closer to the bar
the bartender is dry skinned
roots showing
muffin top over denim
wasn't even cute 30 years ago
and i know i don't belong but order anyway
it's 11am on a tuesday
and i'm drinking by myself
don't tell me i don't belong
here's a dollar