no cheese

Today I watched pressure sit on my shoulders until I let it have it's way.

The smiles and the curls and the salmon bruschetta and row L,  

they were supposed to be the happiest day on the perfect dream-come-true Saturday afternoon.

It was one comment about a messed up order. but it was so much worse. 

It was all the starlit nights I spent under thick ceilings and all the boxes I never checked off because the mail never did seem to bring me invitations.

It was the time frame and rubber gloves and the alarm clock and the drain pipe that kept getting plugged along with the promises that left without saying goodbye.

It was the rainy windows and the dirty Friday night floors and the locked door in Salt Lake at 4:30.

It was the way I've heard more profanities in the last two weeks than I have in my whole life.

You can call me a mess to my face because I know they all said it behind my back. 

I threw water down in every sense and strangers have never been nicer to a minimum wage salad girl. 'So done with today,' doesn't even begin to describe my mood. and they didn't give me a list of chores, but no one showed up with glass slippers either. 

When they handed me my diploma I thought I was done living under a cloud of people that only see dirt below, but lucky me, I get to serve them tins of satisfaction in regular or small and an extra dose of fabrication for just fifty cents more

 And I know I only have 14 days until I forget this feeling and 28 until they give me a higher view,

and maybe jealousy just makes for lousy manners ,

and small talk isn't a strong suit for people who spend money that they've never earned,

but 14 days is a long time to spend doing laundry and restricting free spirits 

and I'm ready for the tension to sit in idle so I can enjoy the A/C without the lane changes