Angelica Tao Poet Free verse

Groceries

I don’t want to go to the store. 
Picking up my coat.
Which makes the air feel worse. 
Outside, 
Is where they go. 

I entered the store. 
Hiding in the bathroom. 
It’s as if no one will find me there. 
Hahaha!

I like the flickering lights. 
The startling sound of the hand dryer. 
Wakes me up. 
The hand dryer shuts off. 
I breathe out.
They hate me.

She sent me to the store. 
To get. 
Bread. Toothpaste. Olive Oil. 
I wrote all that down. 
I’m lost. 

Aisle 1, 2, 3, 4…
Racing by me. 
What if I got in a car accident?
And the groceries would fly throughout the car. 
Aisle 5,6,7,8…
I want to go home, I don’t want to be late.

I also…

Don’t want anything ever again. 
Need to get bagels too, I think.

1,2,3,4,
I promised to take an hour then be out the door. 

I don’t want to go to the store. 
You already went, honey. 
I don’t know.

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