a man came into the coffeeshop wearing an old new orleans tigers hat
which I found a little serendipitous
he made me sell him $1 worth of bulk tea
I used the scale and a flimsy cellophane bag
and he said, Your heart line is so bright you could roast weenies on it
I asked him, What the fuck is a heart line
not in those words, exactly
and he said, Your joie de vivre
he told me, It comes out your eyes,
and your smile, especially
and oh, your rosy cheeks, too
and I was thinking, either I do have a carefree enjoyment of life,
or,
this guy is fucking dumb
I'm sorry. I guess I must really just be good at my job
or maybe
or maybe I'm just a shining lovebeacon
pretending I'm not
I should have insisted that he give me his cap, for my new disguise
THIS GIRL IS ON FIIIIIIIIIRE
