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In Lieu of Salutations
“Nice ass!”
he brayed
as I passed him in
the gift wrap aisle.
My jaw jerked
as words aimed at me
splattered onto the back
of the woman
bent over the stroller
parked in front of a jutting crotch
parenthesized by hairy thumbs.
“Not today,”
I offered quietly in a tone
whetted by her red-faced cringe,
“but I’m sure she’s still hoping you’ll evolve.”
© 2016, H. Newberry
he brayed
as I passed him in
the gift wrap aisle.
My jaw jerked
as words aimed at me
splattered onto the back
of the woman
bent over the stroller
parked in front of a jutting crotch
parenthesized by hairy thumbs.
“Not today,”
I offered quietly in a tone
whetted by her red-faced cringe,
“but I’m sure she’s still hoping you’ll evolve.”
© 2016, H. Newberry
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