by Brooke Wolfe

Created on: April 09, 2009

"Pink Hair"

From behind the counter from behind I see her.
She carries the artistic burden.
We're so proud of her. She works to smile works to smile, works work. She smiles in spite of itall, what's itall. I dunno whats itall I'm hoping you can tell me. She bears a heavy burden, what burden, I don't know and it makes people feel worry for her like she wants them to feel sorry for her but I dont think it's sympathy she wants but empathy. She is wandering sight around here. My bloodshot eyes still see all this. It's not this one. Not the one with the blue eyes. She smiles. In spite of it all. She smiles because she doesn't know what else to do with her FACE. And oh what a face.

Working as a cashier depresses me. I say what they want me to say and I smile. They smile back, usually. Sometimes they don't, but to tell you the truth, I really don't mind. I always say the same thing too. "Thank you!" and "Have a nice day" float in the atmosphere above my intuition and sense of individuality. Some people don't like to smile at teenage guys who look like punks. It's nice when they say something back, but I don't care if they do. I mean, I'll have a nice day if I feel like it and it won't help me whether or not they say it. I'll have a bad day if I'm bound to have a bad day no matter how many "Hava nice one's" and "You too's" I receive on repeat. I'm bound by something bigger and the fate of my day cannot be determined by any one person or petty comment. I look down at my skinny black jeans wrapped tightly shaping my stick legs right down to the tips of the tops of my favorite though worn converse sneakers. I push back the greasy straight bangs from my eyes. Why did CVS hire me. I mean why did they agree to hire me? I'm tired of these people and I'm tired of them looking at me looking at my converse sneakers (which are, in fact, so much more interesting than these people's faces). Sometimes I just want to meet a girl with the same converse sneakers and run off into the Providence sunset together.
This one was different though. She had to buy hair dye. She had on paint-covered converses. So I watched her with her half-pink hair going into the hair-products aisle.. We don't have that kind of hair dye. But that's ok cuz she wanted bleach. We don't have that kind of bleach. We don't have hair bleach and I know this because all of our hair products are located in the same aisle and someone came in the other day looking for something to bleach his stupid hair and we didn't have

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