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