harpy eagle

Seven-eleven at six AM
   catching sideways glances
     from working men who come
                                      to life @ that
                                   particular hour
                     I haven’t brushed my hair
         & this middle part is the only style
           my laziness can endure to wear

        this cashier is new
      I don’t know the lilt in her voice
     as she hands me my change
    we meet once more on the way out
           penetrative, it’s bad for my health

                    the little smile
                & pale shoes
        might’ve given me away
       or maybe I should’ve been more awake


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