"Duck Soup" by Marc Alexander Valle
I hide behind the deli counter.
The girl I had a crush on all through high school,
but never said a word to, walks up aisle 9.
This is just a part time job.
Just a part time job.
But how did this happen?
I was supposed to be the Muhammad Ali of American Cinema.
Not the Bruce Lee of slicing lunch meat.
Not the discount matinee of non-professional labor.
Not the surprise sleeper hit of online dating.
Not the VHS copy of self-esteem in an era of streaming HD.
But fortunately she passes by,
never realizing I was there.
And in doing so, lets me relive high school once more.