Last Time I Saw It
On a table
On the table outside the bathroom
Stuffed down someone’s shirt until I said something.
“It says we have one but I can’t find it.”
“So there’s no way. . . “
“It could be anywhere.
Do you want me to order it for you?”
“I NEED IT TODAY YOUR WEBSITE SAID – “
I want to break into corporate’s offices
And steal their hard drives.
I want to dive to the bottom of the ocean.
My perforated eardrum doesn’t bother me half as much
As the pipes down there
Feeding us Wi-fi
Feeding customers information
They shove in my face with phones at maximum brightness settings.
“I drove all this way.”
I WILL KEY YOUR CAR
YOU CAN STAY HERE
UNTIL YOUR ORDER ARRIVES.
“You should talk to the people who run the website.”
HEY A KID PICKED SOMETHING UP
AND DROPPED IT BEHIND A SHELF AND TOLD NO ONE.
THOUGHT YOU’D LIKE TO KNOW.
“Won’t you just look for it?”
At the bottom of the ocean
There is only one customer.
She has two sets of teeth.
She knows what she wants.
She never asks for help.
Kit Lascher has been tracking down more receipt paper and charging $0.10 for bags for most of her professional life. When she’s not wearing her badge, she makes stories, images, and scenes. Her work has appeared on multiple stages and pages (including Lyric Theatre, beestung, Copious Love, and Punk Monk Magazine). You can find out more at trashwonderland.com and at her workplace, where she will ask you if you are finding everything okay. You can tell her you’re not okay. It’s okay. You’re in the right place.