Emma Brumage-Kilcourse

for you, i ask for:
a car ride with filth on the radio
(because your mother told me not to swear around you
and we told her to fuck off)

a definition of vocational
(because i have pored over
names your teachers have considered with their tiny nightmares of green leaves
and primary colors
and not one of them
sees you as nineteen)

and $7.25 an hour (because i know that helping you
and helping people like you
aren't quite the same
but they are close enough for now).