NaPoWriMo 2011 #3: Lisette

Lisette

I don't look you in the eye
even though I've been staring you down
waiting in line at the pharmacy,
and a loud woman yells

at her kid, put that shit away, and

we both shift nervously

anticipating a smack and a cry.

but it never comes.

so I put the rubbers down on the counter

and stare at your teardrop tattoo as

I imagine you imagining me, filing it away

for some precious time later on,

taking notice of the dexterity when I

swipe my card and sign on the dots.

A nostril flare, raised eyebrows,

and you awkwardly ask if i need a bag,

i coolly deter and strut away,

leaving this memory with you as you return

to watching the mother slowly losing to children.