when lynnie was alive
she used to tell me that she loved
going to Walmart
on the weekend.
she said that it made her feel
skinny
and beautiful.
there was nothing there that
she wanted to buy,
no ten pound bags of marshmallow
peanuts,
or snow tires. no polyester
underwear,
or fishing tackle, no.
she just wanted to walk around
amongst the other shoppers,
to stroll about the aisles
and feel good in comparison,
like a queen on a float
in the Easter parade.
she said she felt like
Elizabeth Taylor
before all hell broke lose
in her life.
the cat on a hot tin roof
years. sexy, sassy and slender.
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