My Soul Looks Back

I have read my share of window books.

And your share.

And your share.

And your share.

I have read so many window books,
I'm afraid to read a mirror book.

For fear I may no longer recognize myself,
and the mirror shatters.

Honey Ma'am

Sigh.

Will I Ever
Tire
of being upset
when
The worker half my age
calls me
Honey?

No.

Isn't it Better
Than
Ma'am?

No.

What if they said "thankyousomuchforvisitingourestablishment,werecognizewewouldnothaveajobherewithoutyourcontinuedpatronage, Honey, Ma'am."

No.

No, honey.
No, ma,am.