Once more I'm out, at one A.M., in some store trying to purchase bedding plants. The cashier woman says, "They're three for five dollars. You sure you need eight?"
I"m distracted, looking at this man behind me.
She ask, "You're sure you want to cut it off at eight?"
This guy behind me in the checkout lane is wearing a sweater vest and his arms bare. He's waiting with a hundred-dollar bill to pay for Twizzlers and a porterhouse steak.
Which leads me to look down at my own self.
Do I know you?" he asks softly.
No," I say, sighing. "Not in the way you mean.
Way to pronoun," Saunders says.
Mary RobisonYou know, up until later on today, I never really knew how to drink.
Mary RobisonSomething else that makes me angry is that I got too old to prostitute myself. I wasn't going to anyway but it was there, it was my Z plan.
Mary RobisonHe wanted to tell her, from the greater perspective he had, that to own only a little talent, like his, was an awful, plaguing thing; that being only a little special meant you expected too much, most of the time, and liked yourself too little. He wanted to assure her that she had missed nothing
Mary RobisonTags: life talent expectation
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