Random Beauty Shop Thoughts
What if the strange woman walks in here and slaps me?
I am sitting in the beauty shop, being crazy.
We have never met.
She is walking in now, directly in front of me.
Less than eight feet away.
What if she reaches down and bam!
Slaps me across the nose,
Tweaks my throbbing nose,
cuts my throat?
She is closer now, walking right toward me.
She kind of looks like a slapper.
Do I duck, flinch, or just stop being silly?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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