the green door
by Francine DuBois
as he waits for the health food store lady
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to bag his ginger root, tomatoes, and chives,
he wonders if she could possibly move slower.
he's not a type-A guy; he doesn't even drink coffee,
but he has seen slugs with more hustle.
seeing the way she pauses before opening the change drawer
makes him debate his own psychological welfare:
is he living in a high-paced world?
is she sending a message that's his impatience is killing him?
does she know that he came here because it's closer
to his apartment than the grocery store?
she then speaks, breaking his thoughts with a spear-headed question,
"do you take melatonin? It could help your restlessness."
and her rhythmic motions become a sales pitch.
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