Walk-Thru Hours

I got off the bus in front of Taco Bell,

midnight, dead drunk. 

I knocked at the drive-thru window. 

The guy laughed with me.  

Gave me a bagful of tacos,

and a thumbs up. 

M.S. Evans is a writer and visual artist. Originally from Seattle, she currently lives in Butte, Montana. Her work has appeared in VersificationIce Floe, Re-SideBlack Bough Poetry, and is forthcoming in Anti-Heroin Chic and Stone of Madness Press.  Follow them on Twitter @SeaNettleInk.

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