two sides

the cranky
girl, with her
hair up
is digging
a scoop of rocky
road out of the
cold carboard
bin
behind the glass
at the ice cream
store.
she blows
a black curl
of hair out
of her bruised
blue eyes
and with a bended
skinny arm
digs as hard
and as deep
as she can
to fill the metal
spoon. she seems
frozen
from the waist
up in her pink
uniform with splotches
of green
and cherry stains.
you hear her
mumble underneath
her breath, i hate
freaking ice cream,
she says,
as your mouth salivates
for that first lick
and bite off
the sugar cone.