By Beth Cortez-Neavel
She had too many staples, she decided.
They just sat there on her cluttered desk
in her tiny apartment
in their little blue box
taking up space.
â€œFuck,â€ he said,
sitting desperate in his spacious flat downtown
holding his final college essay
â€œI just ran out
Later, at the convenience store,
He complained to the clerk:
â€œYou know that pack you buy at the beginning of freshman year?â€
Yeah, she said.
The package comes with 500 staples.
â€œYou think,â€ he said,
â€œyouâ€™d never use that many staples.â€
I know what you mean, she said.
â€œBut here it is,â€ he said.
â€œLast week of senior year,
and now I have to go buy a whole new pack.â€
She looked at him in pity.
Theyâ€™re down aisle five, she said.