By Jaime, a member of Brand New Aspiring Writers

A chipper, albeit pert,
“It’s custard, ma’am,
not ice cream”
on the side
with our milkshakes.

Clarification and caring
disappear, like us around the corner,
as we drive away,
me giggling
and making lewd gestures
with my straw.

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