Cashier

It was the way she said it, “She thinks I’m stupid, But I’m not”, With so much indignation That I wanted to say I know or you handled that well or something. I didn’t. Just finished the order and left. The day went on, commerce continued. It’s not so much fear as it is embarrassment That I’m more than a floating consciousness. I never know what to do with my hands. Sometimes, still, I dream of being absorbed But all that means is holding back From giving all ways and always.