was told by
the day manager in the early morning
meeting before
the store opened, to be cheerful,
to be friendly,
smiles
and comments on my
groceries as he slides them
across the belt.
making a cake today, i see,
he says.
he places the flour and sugar
into the bag together.
the eggs. the oil.
the icing in its round tub.
a box of candles.
i like cake too. my mother made
me a cake for my birthday, he says.
then looks at me for some sort
of response.
but i give him none. i don't like
people looking at my
groceries.
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