Poem 20151114

during a conversation overhead in line at the supermarket
where the speaker is telling the checker that she is beautiful
and she is just urging him to swipe his credit card
i wonder about how you feel when i tell you
you are beautiful and you are not even ringing up my groceries
when i say it do you wish that didn’t because you don’t believe it
not that you disbelieve that i think it but you doubt that factuality of it
and sometimes i think you say thanks while you shake your head
like you are urging me to swipe my credit card and get on with it