Price Check on Happiness at the Big Lots
Standing in Aisle Six, between Kellogg’s 20 flaky cereals
and 95 oatmeal brands,
a cart, filled with half priced Valentine’s Day chocolate,
Poptarts and apples, careens into the bean bag display
Spilling contents of the soul onto a gum residue floor,
opening the floodgates of tear ducts for the woman
behind the handlebar. I put unnecessary CocoPuffs back on the shelf,
between Count Chocula and Special K, which has more ingredients
than the woman’s Poptarts, and follow her to the bathroom.
Maintaining, the 22 step distance, as instructed
by my psychiatrist. After looking in the cracked,
hair spray stained glass, reflecting the fears of my parents,
my bladder shouts threats of explosion, Big Gulp of Diet Coke
lights the hermetically sealed rejections of the body, yet
I’m distracted by the sobbing to the gods and lack of privacy
for her drive by sadness.
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