it hurts too much to pity her,
like she wouldn't know the difference
like bringing up therapy
then watching her start talking,
then still talking
confused by glee,
running from the colloquialisms
of an American cashier
i imagine her being a stock broker
working at the perfume counter
battling over commissions with coworkers
i hear her sigh when she's pressed to think
bout anything more than being an adjunct queen
like she'll start biting her nails
in front of the tv screen