Even if it is the only one open 

I’ll still be reluctant 

I long for human connection 

Not a camera recording of my own face 

I don’t want the plastic bags 

I can’t use the paper ones here 

I like the whirring of the conveyor belt 

I like unloading my cart  

I like to stare at the packs of gum while I wait 

I’ve never bought one 

“Go ahead and insert your card” 

Happy that it’s a real voice 

I blame the smiles of people at the grocery store 

The people that aren’t happy but have to work 

I blame the inescapable fear of inconvenience 

But I still don’t use the self checkout