French Fries

The lady who works
at my lunch counter
called me “Bets” today,
and I swear I could feel
my life falling into place
like the change clanging
into the drawer in its
proper compartment.

Life’s too short, I thought.
Order the french fries.

I smiled and wished her
a good day as I turned
to leave with the smell of
fresh fried fries wafting
out behind me in the cold air.
~2/18/15

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