barista woman asked
how's your day been
her voice shookhands trembled
an innocuous question
a sympathetic response
a dry mouth
and darting eyes
she let her lack of normalcy
slip
again
she worked so hard to conceal
her inability to connect
she rehearsed her greetings
she looked at the weather
so many hours
exploded into this
failed encounter
it would take months to recover.
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