Wednesday, July 5, 2017

I stood in line at the health food grocer
Behind a man named J W B*****.
I knew his name because it was written
On the back of his old fatigues
In big black faded letters
A good deal above my eye level.

He was buying one ear of corn,
And believe you me,
No one asked him a damn thing about it.

-jenn

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