An interaction

The cashier hands me back my bank card
and the tips of our thumbs collide.
We feel our bones connect
like a Right Said Fred head-butt
and I’m desperate to tell him
I am in more pain than he’ll ever know.
He thanks me for popping in
and goes back to doing things with his day.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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