Jan 23, 2014

Meat Please

A carton of eggs
a container of juice
a loaves of bread
the usual items
his eyes stared
head to toe
toe to head
I quickly yet quietly
strolled the next aisle
feeling the creeps
 hairs beginning to stand
as I tried to ignore
the clearing of his throat
his airy footsteps
as if I was in a maze
I ended up in the
meat section, looking fishy
pockets growling
I discreetly picked up  bologna
I then made a run for
self checkout
oh my, here he comes…
we made eye contact
he gently smiled, so did I
hm, I wasn't shopping for  a man
but, then again, he is meat 

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