No Respite
We all fall down. Like that. The time in the supermarket burial ground, among the tilting shelves or stones, the abandoned mop or mower in the middle of the aisle of tall weeds, the dire shambles around back. “Don’t they know so many of us live alone?” The arrangements become difficult. Most of the money is in candy and coffee. Vegetarianism is meted out at birth. Enough already! Somebody has to clean it all up. Just avoid picking and choosing. Head to the checkout. “Did you find everything you were looking for?” Careful! Don’t look back.
