I am elbowed
as I walk into the store
by a 50 year old man
wearing socks
and flip-flops and
loose tiger-striped
pink pants
quickly i run
for refuge
in the next closest aisle
and am nearly tackled
by an 89 year old
running with a metal cart
She does not speak as she
tears the newest American Doll
off the shelf
I almost apologize
for getting in her way
Three women hopped
up on peppermint lattes gossip
and then argue over
who will get the last
of the sale-priced lego sets
I have left the store
and am writing this
from the safety of my car
in the gas station parking lot
across the street
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