AT THE CONVENIENCE STORE
She will be reaching for a package of edamame beans, but will have been standing there long
enough for condensation to have faded, so when you approach her she will see you coming.
Her eyes will widen and her breath will momentarily fog the glass.
You will put your hand inside your pocket and pull out ChapStick and smear it over your lips,
puckering them, only feet before her.
You will ask her if she needs any help.
She will say, she doesn’t need any help.
Then you will run your fingers through your hair and look at her in a way that says, “I’m going to
bend you over the counter while smoking a cigarette and watch you in the security mirror.”
Then you will light a cigarette and stare into the security camera and bend over to get a closer look
at an elderly woman stealing Snickers in aisle three.
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