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That Time You Met a Serial Killer
a short story told in four poems.
One
You were standing in line at Kmart’s
When she placed the plastic stick
Between your order and hers.
She was buying milk, eggs,
A loaf of bread -
So were you.
You manned the keg
In your bell-bottom jeans with
Your hair carelessly falling over your eyes.
She came up behind you
And thrust her red cup in your direction.
You didn’t look up, you just poured.
Your knuckles turned white as
Your hands gripped the wheel
While she followed you a bit too closely.
Your frustrated eyes reluctantly stole
A peek in the mirror as she laid on the horn
And gave you the finger.
It was pay day so you stopped at 7–11 for smokes.
Approaching the counter, you saw her
Digging in her purse for the 5 cents
She needed to pay for hers.
You smiled at her, she was cute,
And handed her a nickel.
