gray

 
he thinks my name  
is gary.
 
the cashier guy at the gas station down the way.
it's the name patch on my work shirt.
he gets it wrong every time.
i never correct him.   
it's just a name, after all.
 
besides,
maybe i like being gary.
my second self,
my alter ego.
maybe this gary is a decent guy.
maybe he eats healthy and goes jogging in the morning.
 
maybe he pays his bills on time.
 
what's in a name...?
 
 
 
i never correct him.
 
 
 
never.