I watched her for ten long minutes
in Barnes & Noble.
Long, brown, blunt hair
matching cocoa, tasseled kaffia,
Standing akimbo,
as an attentive page,
serving her proud knight
of “News & Entertainment.”
She is alphabetizing 150 magazines
for ten long minutes,
studied,
somber.
Each placement on the shelves
as sacred and final
as the grave.
“Do you have the new issue of Harper’s?”
I asked.
“I’m sorry,” she said,
“I don’t work here.”
Laughed out loud. Reminds me of my obsessive habit of picking up recyclable trash on the streets of Ambridge. They say all poets have OCD….
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no we don’t no we don’t no we don’t…. hahahaha
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Bizarre day. Love it!
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