boy or girl
the little girl comes up to me
but she keeps backing away
she has one of those
coy looks on her face
that make it impossible for me to like children
but i smile at her anyway
as the child parks her ass
on the seat across from me
she has a coloring book
or some shit like that
something to keep her docile and occupied
while her mother tries to get through the life
that they’ve shackled each other to
the child stares at me
making me uncomfortable and mad
i think to throw something at her
but my co-worker is sitting next to me
making goo-goo eyes at the child
so i keep my cool
finally the little urchin speaks
boy or girl, she says
pointing at my long hair
neither, i tell the mouth breather
and she gives me
one of those incredulous looks
that only a precious crotch dropping can give
when trying to work something out
in its small, feeble mind
he’s a boy, my co-worker chimes in
but it’s too late for this confused little rag doll
she gets off of the chair
and races over to tug on the hem of her mother’s dress
staring back at me with her swollen eyes
i wink at the little brat
hoping maybe that’ll fix her confusion
for a few more years
when my co-worker turns to me
and says
you really don’t like anyone
but yourself
do you?
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