miserable bitch in the sandwich line
a good old day
stuffed with people
light and noise
city fast food sandwich bar
time to pay for my roll
its cheese, wilted lettuce and pickle
desperate to be eaten
bottle blonde and mean as the garnish
nothing escapes this black hole
no eye twinkle
I hand over my cash
to open maw
like the mad thing from next door
I realise that’s because
I was on the right side of the counter.
I wonder on her problems.
turmoils, tribulations, troubles.
but now i’m wondering
if these caused the bitch
or she caused them