i want to be like the mad Grocer
he stocks his shelves with
what we need:
bread and wine.
he trades Joe’s jersey milk for
Mrs. Taylor’s cut flowers and
hires the gang kids to
graffiti the store walls with curling
words of every color:
People stop and stare.
i want to tell you about the Grocer.
how he hands me a pair of socks just as
i remember the cold night before.
i want to be like him,
cleaning my pantry of personal things,
knowing the needs of others,
living in the spaces between loved ones.
i went to the mad Grocer of applegate:
“i have just the thing for you,
and so in saying,
he gave it to me.
Archives: Fall 2010.