As he struts in,
What do you do?
He sits down
Look out!
The Gap needs room.
Should you tell?
Or will you just sell?
I’m watching you—
your every move.
What are you going to do
with your man, baby?
-Z

As he struts in,
What do you do?
He sits down
Look out!
The Gap needs room.
Should you tell?
Or will you just sell?
I’m watching you—
your every move.
What are you going to do
with your man, baby?
-Z


Monster Makers
Turning their heads
Nobody’s fault
Another phase
Turn the channel
Turn away
Nothing we did
Nothing we said
Turns out we all
Are bakers
And have been
In business
Far longer
Than we know
A beautiful kitchen
Something is baking
Not bread—
A monster
Smell the making
Of a Devil’s head
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
-Z

Aisle 11
Glass shatters
A child shouts, OOPS
No-one else around to do it
I must go assess the mess
Inhale.
Lucky me!
A boy and his mother
and a jar of tomato sauce—
splattered across Aisle 11
Exhale.
How can I be mad
at this adorable child?
It was only an accident!
You can tell by his face
In fact, I remember a time
when I was a little boy
and I broke a jar of sauce
I thought I would never recover
until I looked up at and saw
my Grandmother—
she and I were shopping
together—
Her eyes were wide open
But she smiled
Alone in his mess.
Alone in my mess.
A mother smiles.
A grandmother smiled.
Shaking my head—
I smile—
We both live on Isle 11
Not strangers.
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-Z

Aisle 10
Down Aisle 10 she heads
Never had she any issue
being pulled toward the
heart’s worst enemy
She looks over to the right:
The Imposter is on the cover!
Of course shining in front
of all the magazines
What an inspiration!
Such a lady to adore!
She really is a warrior!
No disaster could swallow her!
Until Truth revealed
the cracks
Tragically—
it was all a show
Our girl exhales
and leaves The Face behind
Neither the first time—
Nor the last time—
she would face the loss
of her inspiration
Pushing her cart
without a hero
she goes back
again
to Isle 10
-Z

Aisle 4
Something very naughty is
happening amongst the sweets
Check out the shady lady, searching
for a special secret down Aisle 4
A container of chocolate chip cookies
is hidden, stealthily beneath the sheets
Paper plates, light bulbs, and everything
is only there, so nobody will see
The husband is a diabetic
But, she will always love her sugar!
She puts away the groceries and
locks herself behind a door
The pantry is her portal
to heaven on Isle 4
-Z

-Z

Aisle 8
Look—everything was perfectly fine
until the frickin’ DJ of Aisle 8 decides
the bottles of olive oil and vinegar,
stacks of tuna fish and whatever
weren’t put up exactly the way he does
Do you know he calls us Whippersnappers?
He’s always sucking his teeth and complaining
Not that song again!
The store never plays one single song
he isn’t dying to turn down
That’s why I call him The DJ
You tell him I said “Thanks a lot”
His DJ days are over!
It’s about time he retires
and buys a sweet place
on Isle 8
-Z



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