in line at the grocery store,
returning
a chain saw
i bought on Amazon,
my mind wanders.
i think about Betsy,
the girl i grew
up with, who lived next
door.
i don't know why
she's on my
mind,
but she is,
her red hair and freckles
her skin
like alabaster.
her knobby knees
and the space
between her teeth.
i linger there, until
it's my
turn to return
my item back to where
it came from.
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