i'm in tim hortons
she says something about something
[and it makes me feel old]
"UGH, i am getting so old
i'm almost twenty-three!"
if looks could kill,
the fifty-something year old lady
sitting directly behind marissa
would've murdered me
with her death-ray eyes
as she furrowed her face
into a mushy brown banana frown
i need to learn to use my inside voice.