Seeing Her For Real
May 2 2022
The cashier looks bored.
Her store uniform
is not flattering.
She has a sore back
from lifting and swivelling
sitting too long.
The smile has gotten tighter
as the hours have worn on;
she tries to be nice,
but customers aren't always right
and the boss is a little handsy.
How many cans of soup
and cartons of eggs
has she scanned today?
Counting change
for the few who pay in cash;
grubby bills
that have touched too many hands,
frugal old ladies
pinching out coins.
But to the boyfriend
who will meet her after work
she is rare and beautiful
and never boring.
So she tries not to break
her carefully manicured nails.
Stares icily
at adolescent men's
lame flirtations,
the seedy ones
who proposition her.
Thinks about later tonight
when she will dress up nicely
and be the apple of his eye,
instead of the check-out girl
for whom people have waited too long
in the one line
that's hardly moved.
By now, she knows all the produce by heart,
the broccoli, lettuce, and squash
today's special features.
But rutabagas defeat her,
and she must turn to the price card
before punching them in.
Who knew
there were still thing to learn
in this minimum wage job?
When the best to be hoped for
is a humorous vegetable
to relieve the heavy boredom.
After which she soldiers on
for two more hours
before her long awaited break.
Milk, bread, cube steak.
A tired bouquet
of grocery store roses
in a cellophane cone.
A sentimental birthday card
for a long-distance lover
who's been absent too long.
I considered calling it The Inner Lives of Anonymous People, but then thought that was too on the nose. But that is the point of this poem. Instead of seeing people as objects, impediments, or instrumental operators who tangentially touch our lives in some way we find useful, they are, of course, whole people who contain an entire universe. Just like ourselves! There is lots going on beneath the surface: with the check-out girl, as well as with the customers touched on at the end. A backstory we only get hints of.
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