bright spots of light or serpents

oftentimes I can’t separate the
people from bright spots of light
or serpents.
say, in the supermarkets
I see them standing and waiting
or pushing their carts.
I see rumps and ears and eyes
and skin and mouths, and
I feel curiously unlike them.
I suppose I fear them or
I fear their difference and
I step aside as they
pick up rolls of toilet paper,
apricots, heads of lettuce.

today I even saw a man
less than 3 feet tall.
he was shorter than his
shopping basket and he
stood on the floor
looping steaks into his
for a moment I felt like
touching him and saying,
“So you’re different too?”
but I moved on and the
lights glared and the
lights were dull and
the serpents abounded.

my total at the register
was $16.42
I paid the cashier whose
teeth kept looking at me
as a   bolt of lightning
bashed past my left ear
and flickered-out in the
egg section.
I picked   up my bag and
walked to the parking