Apparently,
he had a crush
over me, but
couldn’t manage
the right
words
& by the second
restaurant
we worked together,
his finger
was shoved in my ears
so often
I finally laid
a steel toed boot
into
the metal rod
in his leg
from
an old sports injury
the pain
was such, to
muffle
his screams he
broke
what he could grab
between
the bev station
& dish pit
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