Pretend

 
let’s get fucked up
and pretend we don’t work in restaurants
 
if just for shits and giggles
let’s pretend these red stains
on our white button-ups
aren’t ketchup
but blood from slaying our enemies

we’d probably smell better
if we were homeless
but that’s not an option
as we’re all writing books and albums
 
let’s get fucked up
and pretend we don’t work in restaurants
 
i’m so tired of carrying trays
when i could be changing the world
the weight of these tables on my soul
doesn’t match the dollar amount on the menu
or the ten percent they leave on their credit cards

let’s get fucked up
and pretend we don’t work in restaurants
 
i’ll let you know when i’m cut

 

 

zach whitman poet

Zach Whitman is a poet/performer/creative artist based in New York City. He’s been moonlighting as a server for the last ten years. Zach’s poetry has been featured on three collaborations with candle designer Thompson Ferrier. From bridges to subway stations, Zach’s words can also be found on stickers citywide. On stage his audience involvement sets him apart from traditional spoken word poets, while on page you can find him in collaborations such as Poem Wars’ Bloom. Zach is the artistic director and a co-founder of 86 Logic. 

FEATURED IN  86 LOGIC 'ZINE ISSUE 2