I brought my spoon

I brought my spoon

and pillow

shopping

because I wanted

wrongful attention

I went to the ice cream

and opened two

five gallon

pistachio

containers

dug in my spoon

and laid

in the middle of

the isle

with the pillow

tucked in the nape

of my neck

Pistachio isn’t my favorite

I wondered why I did it

as well as those

who looked

down

as they

pushed their

carts

around

my body

the manager

soon

stood over me

and asked

‘what are you

doing, Steven’?

I replied,

‘what does

it look like

John’?

(last week

I stood on my

head in the

meat department. They know

me

over there, too.)

 

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