Caren Krutsinger Poet Prose Poetry

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.

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Gershon Wolf May 17, 2022 at 7:36 PM I think the store is called 'CK's.' It's in K.C., I hear. ~ Casey Caren Krutsinger May 18, 2022 at 2:39 AM True enough!

Bill Baker May 16, 2022 at 4:17 PM Cool Caren got chased by a pie. You can't lose at this game. If you get away you win and if it catches you, you eat it. lol Fun poems today my friend. Bill Caren Krutsinger May 17, 2022 at 2:07 AM I am having fun again with words Bill; it is what I do!

Ilene Bauer May 16, 2022 at 2:01 PM ha! sounds like the kind of grocery store i'd like to find myself in, caren! Caren Krutsinger May 17, 2022 at 2:07 AM Come to Kansas City! I will take you in this store!

Darlene De Beaulieu May 16, 2022 at 11:52 AM Hello Caren, I do think that you were dreaming. The dream seemed so real to yu. that you felt you were there. Hugs. Darlene De Beaulieu May 18, 2022 at 3:20 PM Hello Caren, dreans do feel real at times. Hugs. Caren Krutsinger May 16, 2022 at 12:08 PM I was real to me

L Milton Hankins May 16, 2022 at 8:37 AM I have the same problem. You know, I seem to have a magnetic appeal to those forbidden foods! I stand looking longingly at the cake rack. Caren Krutsinger May 16, 2022 at 12:08 PM Those coconut cakes jump into my cart when I turn away from them.