Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Fine Thanks -22/09/2009


Now invisible to the check-out-chick,
While struggling to get change back into my wallet,
Quickly slipping four fingers through green-bag handles,
To get out of the next guy’s way,
Who’s being served with the same,
That we’d exchanged mere seconds ago.

Didn’t feel dehumanized,
As much as glad,
That these rigidly polite formalities,
Stopped either of us really interacting.

Because I could tell,
Just by looking,
That her day had been as lousy,
If not more,
Than mine.

And truth is,
I really didn’t care,

To hear too much about that,





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