Starbucks Breakdown AKA On The Letter H

Pen poised
He says:
What’s your name?
I say:
Sara – S A R A
He says:
But …
What about the
H?

Inside I’m screaming:
THERE IS NO H
THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A H
NEVER EVER NEVER
IT IS JUST SARA

My heart sinks
I’m in my
Third decade of this
Now

I see it now
Understand it now
That mythical H
Hovering over my entire life like that
That mythical H
Has been the bane of my banal existence
I was doomed from the
Very start
I see it now
Understand it now