Everywhere People by Stacy Allen

everywhere people

before me in queue
red face
brown hair
white man muttering

about this goddamn system
waste of his time
frantically jabbing at his
(no reception in this building)
Blackberry

i wish i
needed a different line

don’t want to be here to watch his
tantrum of self-importance
snap and swear
at the

weary clerk her
feet ache
bank account
empty til Friday she

closes her eyes
rubs at the lidded
tiredness, wills
the miserable blotchy toddler man away