What Kind of Grocery Store Is This
I try to pass the powdered donuts
They jump off the display
landing happily in my grocery cart.
I am next met by a shelf full of potato chips.
Lays – my favorite brand.
They throw themselves at my face.
I catch a bag in midair.
What kind of grocery store is this? I wonder.
Marie Callender’s lemon meringue pie laughs
and begins chasing after me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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