clerks in the store. just
one solitary woman working
the register.
she's frazzled.
the line backs up
to men's underwear
around the corner
past the cologne counter.
i look at
the shirts and pants
i'm holding in my arms.
do i really need
these things?
don't i already have these
exact same clothes.
yup. so i set them down
on the bin
thirty feet away from
the check out.
let them deal with it.
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