I went to a small town farmers market

And decided to drive on by.

It’s not that I’m a produce snob,

But I can’t fight the stored loss of my  environment side

With only my poor genetics.

I guess it reminded me too much 

Of a family reunion I wish I’d missed,

The pavilion overgrown with careless weeds,

And that one drunk cousin.

But when I crossed the county line,

I had to fight a sudden urge

To steal the mail out of a mailbox

At the turnaround.

I looked inside,

Four bills and an offer from Publishers’ Clearinghouse.

-jenn