Grocery Poem Xiv
some people smile with their eyes
some people frown with their eyebrows
some people celebrate with candles & fireworks
some people mourn among cans of black beans
like the woman I saw,
sobbing with her eyes & mouth
in aisle twelve
some people don’t have a safe place to cry
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