24:7 Magazine. Poetry. Prose. Photography.
Winter 2000-2001
POETRY
The Escort Service
Gather
Once
Homeland
The Silent Observer
The Morning After
Community Service
Hepatitis Remembered
Interstate Vision
God Save the Queen

PROSE
Truth or Dare
Eight Months
The Tutor
Alone
Frozen
Burnt Trees and Blondes

COLUMNS & ESSAYS
Spontaneous Orgasm
Distress at McDonald's
Service
Reflection

PHOTOGRAPHY
James Webb
Michael Moreth
Ben Munson
Josh Friedlander
Community Service
by Scott C. Holstad

When they sent me out to do my
community service, the first two
places wouldn't take me.
I was a dangerous criminal.
The third place, a thrift store,
took me, no questions asked.
I thought to myself, great,
sit back and handle a few customers.

Hell,
they almost broke me. I worked in
the back with people whose names
were Gomez and Garcia and who
could barely understand me. I
unloaded sofas, washing machines,
a cast iron stove for God's sake.

Nearly broke me.

I looked forward to a cigarette
break with a madman's glee,
and I was joined by the others,
the cigarette the communal language.
When I finally finished my
community service, they gave
me my paperwork to take back
to court, and on it, they wrote
great worker, thanks,

and I felt more satisfaction out
of that than nearly all of my
poemsies I've ever had published.


"Community Service" is copyright © 2000 by Scott C. Holstad. All Rights Reserved.
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