Grocery Poem Vii
Hands on hips,
sweat on her forehead,
tongue in knots
heart in her throat
she asks—
Are there paper towels?
My kid threw up in the wine aisle.
Sweat on his forehead,
knees on the tile,
a seventeen-year-old employee
scoops bile into a dustpan
Copyright © Corey Bryan | Year Posted 2023
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