In 55 words: The Cutter
-Tracey Owensby

Cutter, I said to myself.
Flitting around customers like a dainty child. Apologizing for her shortcomings.
Should I say? Would be uncomfortable for us both.
I wanted her to know I was proud. Working, productive in the face of disability.
Yet, I couldn't help notice the juxtaposition.
She worked in a bakery,
flirting with knives.