Making a New Friend
She wears a shiny pink hat and she stares at me cross-eyed.
I smile, trying to pretend all is well and she is normal.
She glares at me ferociously, proving she is not.
I do not know her.
She does not know me.
I watch her glaring and staring and I burst out laughing.
I cannot stop.
Proving I am not normal either.
We end up scooting to each other’s tables
and become friends for the morning.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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