her tears passed through

porous cheeks

to be shed again in happiness,

they opened a living room

in her head

space unmirrored void  of shine,

can her body be more

than a flesh machine,

facing the cashier

was that smile as false

as nails and lashes,

did he leave you

startled  by such a personal voice

that probed,

leaning back from her

leaning forward,

men are useless you know

she did not want to respond

instead put mayo

cheese and pasta in a bag

paid and left

leaving cashier

to fuss with tied back

dyed blonde hair,

waiting for another customer,

in the parking lot

a wind whipped off the lake,

opening tailgate

placed bag in,

and leaned on car side

memories studded her mind

and laughed

loud enough for only herself

to hear

freeverse, poetry , poem

dVersePoets

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Comments
  1. Talicha J. says:

    Wow you put me in that moment. Nice writing!

  2. hypercryptical says:

    Brilliant.
    Anna :o]

  3. kelly says:

    This is a really nice little vignette, I really love the way you ended it!

  4. brian miller says:

    nice…i like the tears making a living room in the head…i feel a detachment in your words……in or among all the fake…as if maybe she is the last real person….

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