The cashier at the grocery story melted.
She became a pool of glass on the floor.
The chemicals that had been her makeup
separated from the glass and congealed
on the mirror-like surface of the pool.
The chemicals reflected bright rainbows.
Like small, soft mountains around an ice lake
the cashier’s crumpled clothing cast shadows
around the periphery of the glass.
A woman with a shopping cart waited
to be checked out. It was the express lane.
But now the cashier was a pool of glass.
The woman with the shopping cart sighed, groaned.
Her cart contained a dozen eggs, vodka
and a Cosmopolitan magazine.
The woman with the Cosmopolitan
stepped forward and leaned across the counter.
She looked down over the conveyor belt
at the shiny pool of glass on the floor.
The glass reflected her face back at her.
The woman scowled, licked an index finger
and smoothed-out the gloss on her lower lip.
The pool of glass that had been a cashier
glittered under the store’s fluorescent lights.
The woman with the Cosmo straightened up,
sighed again, and waited to be checked out.