deli___boars_head_meat_man Lu_cid All the old people are at home taking naps It is after lunch I am alone, stacking and restacking Black Forest Ham I am uninterested, wrapping and unwrapping Cracked Pepper Turkey I am waiting for something To just walk in To pull me back from my haze of Genoa Salami stench To make me feel vulnerable To frazzle me To make me smile nervously Because I can't cry Onions stole that Because if I blink I will see potential future The Boars Head Meat Man He comes every other monday Pay day He doesn't ask for anything He has nice clothes and clean hair He runs on schedule and routine I am a blur to my eyes Smiling behind an apron I am confused envy The Boars Head Meat Man comes when I am alone When I am uninterested But his red truck But his Doc Marten Boot shoes turned duck But his Hawk features I pretend I'm uninterested I pretend I'm alone I stand in his shadow and pretend we are talking "Do you want a hoagie? You got one last time. For free too. I'll give it to you for free." I make sure nothing stray lays on the counter "This is your own world." He smirks. Moss catches Fire Reactionary smile to pretty crooked teeth I put away provelone Neutral It's imported The Boars Head Meat Man leaves every other monday When I'm alone and uninterested When I'm waiting for something Anything To smash and block the exit His red truck with the black pig pulls away And the ventilation system sucks all that's left Moss smoulder All It isn't my world And the old people return Combs with no teeth I am uninterested I am alone. 010618 what's it to you? who go blather from