Shape Shifting Grocery Store Blues
It doesn’t have to smell like
shit dirt and booze
but it does
we are at the bottom of our priceline
and everyone is the odd man out
woven and lush
rescued citrus falls naked and bruised
dented ancient tuna
this where hope comes to live
we exact revenge on ourselves in the cookie aisle
the heat was turned off at my apartment
so I just buy one box.
Not two.
Across town
people stare at the latest edition Iphone
and listen to Vivaldi
while buying the same oranges
doubled over onto themselves
such a lovely day you say
but we’re all shape shifters
studying the price of Berberine Spice
one moment
cleaning shit off our pants the next.