Dashed Superhero

Trying to be invisible doesn’t work
No matter how hard I shut my eyes.
No matter that my stomach is in knots
So uncomfortable that I want to scream.
Sympathy is not on the menu this morning,
Just a hard bagel that mocks me as I try to cut it.
Silent muttering pounds inside my head
As I glance behind.
Where’s the “fuck it” attitude?
My white flag has been hoisted. Defeated.
The line is growing and so is the  impatience.
The slow painful march to begin the day has begun.

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