Only a brief flutter, we brush palm heels
and I redden as my fingers close on change.
Catch her eye, early 20s,
eyebrows black Groucho stripes
scrawled on a spray-tanned brow.
She's bored of us, the lunchtime press.
I try a grin, dry teeth catching my lip,
grimace as I faff with carrier bag handles.
A robot says,
Checkout number four please
I drop a coin, hear it chime, see it run.
Choose Self-Serve next time,