Kelly McKay is sick of it.
Writing by Kelly Mckay
Art by emoc
Three of us girls in the department got Botox™ today
while Tiffany got an abortion because having a third kid
on a working-class salary is irresponsible she said. She said, “so is being ugly.” We all pooled together and sent her flowers with blood running from our foreheads. We made sure she had candy waiting
for her at her desk, and you couldn’t have
read an expression on any of our frozen faces the whole time we were getting the order together and signing the card. I cut myself shaving today too and noticed for the billionth time all the blood that was a part of being a woman and how blue it was
inside of me. I thought about my some-day grandkids,
and I reasoned through who oversaw us being assiduous.
It turns out us girls’ clock in again
tomorrow. Call out sick of it.
About the Author
kelly is a poet and artist living in Philadelphia. she is a proud member of the proletariat, an absurdist, and a lover. you can also read her work in Voicemail Poems mag and Hyphen Lit Mag.
About The Artist
emoc is an enigma