Stranger humour

I will steal this second to whisper non-secrets as I stand behind you in the grocery line. That life is waiting to pounce on the other side of the automatic doors. It’s curled up in your shopping cart, pretending to be asleep. You won’t believe me. Because you know already and dismiss the adventure of the next second. The cliche of inhalation and exhalation. The banal blinking of eyes and the hackneyed quavering of a tongue at rest. Your disbelief surfs on the chuckle at the bottom of my heart. And you don’t believe me.

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