Standing in line at a department store
holding light bulbs, window blinds, a Brita filter,
The only constructive thing
I’m doing with my life these days
is buying a house and getting married
and it’s one small stab to Shayla,
one kick in the balls to feminism in general.
I walk home in the rain, thinking
how everybody wants to be a main character,
how we’re all just waiting for something to happen,
for the story to start,
and I am no exception.