Where the eyes come to rest

miserable bitch in the sandwich line

a good old day

stuffed with people

light and noise

city fast food sandwich bar

and now

time to pay for my roll

its cheese, wilted lettuce and pickle

desperate to be eaten

she’s short

bottle blonde and mean as the garnish

nothing escapes this black hole

no smile

no eye twinkle

or service

I hand over my cash

to open maw

flat face

indifference

grinning

like the mad thing from next door

and later

I realise that’s because

I was on the right side of the counter.

and later

I wonder on her problems.

turmoils, tribulations, troubles.

but now i’m wondering

if these caused the bitch

or she caused them

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