what was that? is that all there is? who is this? this is it.

Replying to pilder, who said...

Shortly after reading this poem for the first time I took Junior and Junior Junior to a movie, an actual movie in the theater. The clerk that sold us tickets also sold concessions. He was visibly disturbed by the fact that I ordered some popcorn with butter, rolling his eyes with a long exhale. Then when he handed it to me my hand accidentally brushed his hand and that really seemed to creep him out. Another clerk tore a little rip in our paper tickets but our hands didn’t touch. I smiled and thought of this poem.

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