“you got a membership”
it’s the last day
i might as well have a little fun
walking down the street
my voice so high
mucus fills my throat
“back it up! back it up”
“you got a membership!”
“you got a wristband!”
i pinch my fingers in the air
when asking for a fake card
my stomach hurts from the laughter
running into my friend’s legs
because i can’t see where im walking
maybe the trip wasn’t so bad