A Vending Machine
In university, we shameless students sit in rows like
cans of soda behind the glassy face of a vending machine,
with our glinting surfaces, our labels turned outward,
hanging at the edge, begging to be released and drop
with that proud thud, at the base of the structure,
announcing our entrance into
the moving world with all its
free pieces of air buzzing about and
zippy quick people claiming them as their own and
the daunting spires of skyscrapers
daring us to climb them.
Pick me! we cry out to out to the people passing
by wordless on their coffee breaks and afternoon meetings,
the drum of shiny pumps and heavy loafers barreling
through the hallway.
I have something to offer the world that the other does not!
I am sweet and wonderful and bubbling inside with something to bring into this world!
Another row of cans sit behind us, waiting for our
tumbling descent to the opening at the bottom.
Look at me! I bubbling inside with something to bring into this world!
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Posted Nov 21, 2017, 4:19 PM UTC · edited
I love the story behind this! It totally resonates with me right now as a uni student. I do feel like just another can in the machine....
My only suggestion so far is to scrap the last line - it feels redundant for no reason. I really like the ending just “tumbling descent to the opening at the bottom”.