(dyedred)

A woman with
dyed red hair,
over weight in
white stockings
is humming
as she strokes her
organizer with
her hot, red nails.
A non-tune,
just a sound –
so annoying
I want to choke
her.
The kind of triple
chinned squatter
who always ruins
wherever they are.
Oblivious to the
rest of us who
are sitting quietyly.
Now she is on
her cell phone,
negotiating time
with a son, I
think.
Home, watching
a moveie.
She wants to know
what.
If he doesn’t
need the car,
she’lll stay out
in the field.
Sales. I should
have known.
lAnd now she
is humming
again,
I slam my
laptop closed
& move across
the store.

7/8/99