Carmello
by ethan risinger Carmello works with each huff of air. Customers like him, he has hands they’ve seen before. His coworkers know those hands and probably don’t like them. Carmello thinks. Each hanging shirt, on the aluminum rack is a woman and a man walking behind one another. Carmello moves them, a man and a woman, kissing necks, putting collars to lips and pulling them down the line. Carmello’s shirts aren’t as clean. Whites aren’t as dutch white. Colors, like mirages.
Sunflower
by ana kateri salas montano
Carmello thinks the other employees, they must not like him. They must talk about him behind his back. Carmello thinks more, but he can’t hear it over the machines.
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