Chesed shebtiferet
In line for the grocery store, a man I might recognize more without the mask
maybe recognizes me—and how do I judge, from a distance of four people by
six feet and with no mouths to go by, whether our repeated looks are a yes
or a sign of at least one person being confused? A head nod could've worked,
I realize afterwards, to diffuse any concern on his part, even if it would not
have resolved anything, and while the person in the car at the intersection last Sunday
helpfully affirmed that I have a fine ass, it's time to practice my eye smiles
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