a poem for J

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Portland OR

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It was months ago You were working the checkout, #2 you smiled at my daughter present with sincerity and warmth, catching my eye and since, well, I see you most days on my regular stops for vegetables and weekend sweets i do want to say hi or tell a dad joke but i won’t resigned to the delight of sometimes ending up in your line you scan, scan and scan or pack my stuff like a tetris-pro when i’ve forgotten my backpack and then at the end our eyes will meet (over the receipt) but linger only a beat, careful, not startling deniability away

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