Dislike

I dislike them all.

every. singl.e one.

I'd rather be choked with an intentional typo than talk with them

They ludly spout half baked urban myths and news stories without \

ever

quite

remembering

the details

or the story

wanting to be engaged, but no

that's just validation and I don't have the time to tell you why that can't happen
so continue with your bingo jokes, lawyer suck ups, and popular opinion

maybe you'll end upon that check fraud case after all.

best of luck

just, you know, don't talk to me.

Day Three, Jury Duty

Chapter One. Page One.

I look around the room before I start. I really don't like any of them. The loud group just won't shut up.

I mind my own business and pour myself into the pages.

Several hundred later I am broken from it's spell. Why?

the magic is still there. foolish apprentices.

they'll serve someone half assed. not me


I continue


My book is poems.

eventually the few I decided early on weren't all that bad

Migrate to my table

look at me

study

make eye contact

and tell me their life story

I allow it and return to my book.