Monday, June 12, 2017

original

he knows
where the baked beans are,
original he says.
everything has
to be original.
the bread, whole wheat,
original.
the mustard,
the fish sticks, eight
to a box.
crispy,
battered. original
recipe.
one by one, we go down
the long wide
isles of the commissary
until the basket is full.
he takes
out his coupons
and asks me if I see Leon,
his favorite
cashier
who takes all of his coupons
no mater what's
in the basket.
I don't want an Asian woman,
he says.
I laugh, not going there.
what's the point.
I set the pringles
on the belt,
original.

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