Tag: finding

Aisle 3



Aisle 3

Her arm is long and kissing
and she’s gliding down Aisle 3
Eyes widening—as if she’s meeting
a new friend in every piece

OMG! Did I really just see
a sleeve reach out and halt her?
Seriously, something strange
just happened—before my own eyes
to our beloved shopper

I see blushing
I see satisfaction 
I see spinning
I see blooming

Did a red jacket really choose a lady
in the shithole
where I work
on a Tuesday 
on Isle 3?

Z

 

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Lost & Found

Lost & Found

Lately, he’s been making a drink
for himself—he calls
Lost & Found

Where in the world is it?
Where did I put that?
Oh my God!
I have been searching
for this for weeks.
I missed you so much!

Sipping on his capricious cocktail—
a strong mix of what is coming and leaving—
he vows to stop perspiring over  
the ingredients he can always edit

He is trying to be optimistic—
and to believe all the things
are just where they should be

Z