How Are You?
"How are you?" The cashier asks as I make my way.
"Oh I'm okay, how was your day?"
She answers quietly with slight dismay.
I make my way to the end to leave and pay.
As I leave, my brain becomes a scattered disarray.
What just happend? Why did she answer with such dismay when I asked about her day?
Why did everything become such a scattered array?
Am I really doing just okay?
How are you doing today?
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