In the Grocery Store Express Lane by Gretchen Hill

the woman ahead of me
is working her mouth
a desperate goldfish
gasping at the bowl surface
her eyes 
a back-alley dice game
the light around her
a shriek of broken glass
the last time I saw you
you looked like that
but you were crying
and saying my name
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