Sweat Mark Equality
Pretty... is hard to find when you're dying in a grocery store line
a million shoppers with the same sweat pants,greasy ponytails
fatigue
slapping conveyor belts with hordes of spam and large bags of rice
is there anything more durable than grocery store conveyor belts-
God must be made from grocery store conveyor belts.
A woman in front of me enjoys her lean meats
almond milk and big diamond rings-
she slams the plastic food divider behind her floating wealth,
in front of my T.V dinner(s) and budget cigarettes-
her posture barking "you don't have a chance in hell buddy"-
but I've been around the block and know my boundaries very well.
For the next fifteen minutes we never make eye contact,
but I keep glancing at that little sweat mark on her almond milky @ss,
which strangely makes us more equal.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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