When I opened
my daily pack of Reese’s
Peanut Butter Cups

I found
a smiley face
etched into one

I write this poem
for the worker
who maybe

lost her job
for that one face
to let her know

(even if it won’t
get her job back)
that her smiley face

etched joy
however small
into one person’s day

Robert Beveridge (he/him) makes noise (xterminal.bandcamp.com) and writes poetry in Akron, OH. Recent/upcoming appearances in New American Legends, Toho Journal, and Chiron Review, among others.