A big-eyed girl with bangs
challenges the man behind me. “I bet you, I bet
you, I bet you, I bet you…”
I’m crying onto Ben’s shoulder
but I can’t tell him why. He shuffles his feet
& talks about the concert while I look at the woman
nodding off across from me. Her head dips
into the cream of her chest.
“I bet you, I bet you, I bet you…
that I can count to 100.”
The girls to my right are straight-backed and suited,
ankles crossed & speaking stiffly about missed
deadlines. Frozen twentysomethings with shoes that click,
I’m here, I’m here, I’m here.
Eve Kenneally is a first-year MFA student at the University of Montana. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in Wooden Teeth, Ripple, Cutbank (All Accounts and Mixture), The New Old Stock and The Sundial Review.