Someone Else

They always ask your name
at the local burger joint
up the street from my house.

Today I am Karen:

married with 2 children
a three car garage
a dog

Last week I was Sheryl:

a foreign exchange student from Hawaii
a $100,000 inheritance

They have no idea who you really are
and they call out "Karen" and look at you
waiting to find out if you'd like
regular mayo or low-fat.

And for just an instant you're someone else.