Store Manager
1980
by Charlotte
Hamrick
You stalked me
between the aisles,
amongst the
personal hygiene products
and pain
medications. I knew when you
were creeping
up by the squeak of your
shoes. It was
always at lunchtime, when
the others were gone—an
opportunity
to grab my ass
while I was dusting
shelves. In the
back room you'd pin me
against the
wall and lay your slobbery lips
on mine, but it
was your cold shaking
hands that
repulsed me more than
your spit in my
mouth. They told me
you knew what
you were doing was wrong
but were
determined to do it
anyway. For
three long years I dodged
your clammy
hands and stares,
your brown eyes
pleading like a starving dog.
To this day I
can't think of you without
bile rising in
my throat. But using your weakness,
I bided my time
until the power shifted
and you were
left with your hands
between your
legs.
* * * * *
Charlotte Hamrick’s poetry and prose has been published in
numerous online and print journals, most recently including Muddy River Poetry
Review, Eunoia Review, The Rumpus, and Literary Orphans. She is a Pushcart
Prize nominee and a finalist for the 15th Glass Woman Prize. She lives in New
Orleans with her husband and a menagerie of rescued pets.
No comments:
Post a Comment