I work with two girls doing grocery resets,
Cassie and Liz.
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We’re all pretty amiable,
Tired, typically,
Starting at seven in the morning and
Doing a lot of work on our hands and knees.
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Both of the girls I find pretty enjoyable to work with
And I come from a family of myself, a mom and a sister,
So it’s my comfort zone working alongside women.
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Liz has this problem with her eyes
Whereby she can’t focus properly
On what she’s looking at
And it’s pretty much impossible to tell
If she’s looking directly at you or not.
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Sometimes when we’re looking at the same planogram
She’ll let her arm fall against mine.
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I don’t mind.
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I even notice her body’s contours sometimes.
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Cassie is a total bombshell.
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When we met,
We locked in a smile,
And I totally stared at her bust for too long,
Which was pronounced in a low-cut shirt.
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We’d be quiet,
Working next to each other.
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One day,
We were doing a special project up in Michigan,
Which is off of our usual route,
Where they play Motown music in all the stores and
Merchandise little camouflaged drink coozies,
Two differences from our Indiana stores,
Which are approximately all about 15 miles away.
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Anyway, Cassie and I got talking,
And the next day,
When it was just us two working together,
She wore really tight jeans,
Something she didn’t usually do.
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I was pretty much tense and shaky
The whole morning.
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Then she left early.
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She offered an excuse but
I’m not sure if it was valid.
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Her face is covered in piercings,
Pretty much,
Her skin is brown-ish, Hawaiian-looking, thereabouts,
She’s on meds,
She said something along the lines of
“I’m one crazy bit**,”
Now she’s living with a dude in Elkhart,
Has a kid with someone else,
And,
On any given day in the stores,
Nothing is as it seems and
We are volatile,
Incisive weapons unto each other
By way of our successes.