06-01-2020, 01:32 AM
I am wearing a mask
hand-stitched with pink rhinos
pooping in a verdant meadow,
passing smiling children
with scowling mothers
piling towers of canned beans
into their carts.
I have come only for olives,
something with enough flavour
to stand next to gin
without cowering in self pity.
There is a young woman in tight jeans
at the back of one of the longer checkout lines,
and I decide some pleasant scenery
is worth a wait.
When you only venture outside
a few times a week,
the sight of a pretty woman
outside of your laptop screen
is like seeing water
in the Sahara.
hand-stitched with pink rhinos
pooping in a verdant meadow,
passing smiling children
with scowling mothers
piling towers of canned beans
into their carts.
I have come only for olives,
something with enough flavour
to stand next to gin
without cowering in self pity.
There is a young woman in tight jeans
at the back of one of the longer checkout lines,
and I decide some pleasant scenery
is worth a wait.
When you only venture outside
a few times a week,
the sight of a pretty woman
outside of your laptop screen
is like seeing water
in the Sahara.