Grocery Store

I’m taking too long in here. This cart I am trying to steer. Is squealing around corners constantly. There’s nothing except throwing groceries in endlessly. The wet floor sign is laughing too hard. I still need to buy a thank you card. But words don’t exist in the confines of the store. Just lines and scribbles galore! Ribbons streaming from nowhere. Like sadness from a tearful pear. I could leave this store at any time. But not without an angry lime. Not without doing something odd. Like catching bags of chips with a fishing rod. Eating a pastry from a display. Jumping around to avoid the fray. I’m taking too long in this place. Where I can feel the freezer section’s embrace. The cold is not the only thing in me. I wish everything was free. Free like a smiling flower in the floral department. Which is beautiful despite dismemberment. I wish I was free too… In this store with too many tears undue.