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All the old people are at home taking naps
It is after lunch
I am alone, stacking and restacking Black Forest Ham
I am uninterested, wrapping and unwrapping Cracked Pepper Turkey
I am waiting for something
To just walk in
To pull me back from my haze of Genoa Salami stench
To make me feel vulnerable
To frazzle me
To make me smile nervously
Because I can't cry
Onions stole that
Because if I blink I will see potential future
The Boars Head Meat Man
He comes every other monday
Pay day
He doesn't ask for anything
He has nice clothes and clean hair
He runs on schedule and routine
I am a blur to my eyes
Smiling behind an apron
I am confused envy
The Boars Head Meat Man comes when I am alone
When I am uninterested
But his red truck
But his Doc Marten Boot shoes turned duck
But his Hawk features
I pretend I'm uninterested
I pretend I'm alone
I stand in his shadow and pretend we are talking
"Do you want a hoagie? You got one last time. For free too. I'll give it to you for free."
I make sure nothing stray lays on the counter
"This is your own world." He smirks.
Moss catches Fire
Reactionary smile to pretty crooked teeth
I put away provelone
Neutral
It's imported
The Boars Head Meat Man leaves every other monday
When I'm alone and uninterested
When I'm waiting for something
Anything
To smash and block the exit
His red truck with the black pig pulls away
And the ventilation system sucks all that's left
Moss smoulder
All
It isn't my world
And the old people return
Combs with no teeth
I am uninterested
I am alone.
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