Truth And Frozen Foods
in the grocery store
again. it seems I am here too often
for slices of life.
it is not pretty this graceless dance.
there is a man and a woman
they argue over what brand of ice cream
to buy. the man has a woolen hat pulled down
low. his face seems to be made
of some kind of plastic
and the woman
her eyes gleam like knife blades
pupils the color of fly skin.
they are locked in a war never resolved
only terminated when one or the other
I push a cart along. wheels wobble