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At least they are playing
Samara Joy’s “Warm in December.”
I love this song.
I start to hum along.
Can I help you with something?
an angular, youngish white woman
with overlined lips
and a slick Kardashian-esque high bun asks.
Her eyes flutter over me
with disdain
and I know she’s decided
I don’t belong.
No thank you.
I’m just waiting
for a friend.
Mmkay. Well
my name is Hollis
if you need anything…
Thanks.
I know she doesn’t mean it.
I’ll let you know.
Hollis gives me a little nod
and finds a nearby display table
to hover overher eyes
sharp on my back
as she unfolds and refolds
the same sweater.
I move calmly into
the shoe section
even though I suddenly feel
