Waiting, we played in line,
Like children,
But just adults in love,
I pick up a Milky Way,
Not the galaxy—it’s too big to grasp.
“Thought you were afraid of diabetes?”
He asks, flirting with me.
At the register, the cashier,
Overweight white man,
In his 50’s with a smirk on his face.
The customer ahead of us had piled twenty or so bags of Doritos
On the conveyor belt.
They were on sale,
And he must’ve liked Doritos,
But there was a number limit, and
So he left *******, not even buying one bag.
“So, how’s it going man?”
My friend asks, with a coy smile,
A smile reeling me in,
Like that Doritos coupon reeled others,
As we lay a few groceries on the belt.
The cashier, looks up, sarcastic, flatly,
“Great.”
“You get all kinds in here, I bet,”
My friend says,
And the cashier looks up, honest, with a smile,
“Oh, all kinds, you wouldn’t believe!”
And with that we all laugh. I peel the wrapper from
The candy bar, eating,
Forgetting about diabetes.
Walking out,
I grab my friend’s hand,
“All kinds,” he says, smiling.
I grin back,
With the milky way sticking to my braces,
And not caring.