clerk
at the Whole Foods store,
is numb.
the blue
hair
drapes down over
her eyes,
red from crying.
her nose ring
is rusting.
she makes no eye contact
as she rings
up my milk,
and eggs, my salad
and
bread i take home to bake.
she doesn't even
ask me
if i want paper or plastic
this time.
no chit chat about the weather.
because of the election
she's lost
the will to live,
or at least the will
to be a grocery store clerk.
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