Not On the Shopping List

Posted by dwallace on December 14, 2011 in poem, Poems, Poetry |

–Looking for parking and
almost getting hit by a
silver Chevy Tahoe that’s
backing out and
looking the wrong direction
down a one-way lane

–Grabbing a cart that’s
stuck together and
pinching the fleshy-part
in between my thumb
and forefinger

–Pushing the cart with a
wobbly wheel
behind a black-lady with a
thin white sundress with a
ass as big as her cart is sideways
wearing a bright orange thong,
red bra,
hair still in curlers,
who’s bending over to grab the
onions on the bottom shelf

–Two screaming kids
hitting and kicking each other while
their mom talks on her cell phone
and to the Deli-counter girl
at the same time

–Getting to the check out line and
having all lanes closed
except one

–standing behind ten
carts piles high and hearing
grumbling, grunts and groans

–Leaving the cart in aisle 9
as I walk out the door
empty handed


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