Ensconced in fantasy,
Where he is the king,
And she, his sugarbaby.
And all is well and right with the world
Until they have to go to Walmart.
And there the world sees their consumer patterns
Arrive piecemeal, conveyer belt style:
Shurefine Kreme Soda
And Wiggly Puffs,
All in excess,
Even the toilet paper,
A 54 pack
To wash all of it down.
The woman's eyes gleam
Like the blades of a brand new
Craftsman garbage disposal,
Her big ass defying the seams
Of her Egyptian cottons,
While the man stands clipped,
Eyes cast down
In the harsh fluorescent light
Of bargain store reality,
Wondering how he'll hack it all again
Come Monday morning.
-jenn
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