and blue
my nose runny as i sneeze
into a handful
of thanksgiving napkins
i head up to trader joe's
for some soup.
chicken soup, minus the noodles,
you know,
this whole carb thing.
but then i pick up some
flowers to brighten
up the house,
a bottle of champagne,
some shrimp
and oysters. all about the zinc.
a jar of coconut oil,
some candles
in case a storm blows through.
then go to the check out
counter,
once i figure out which lane
to steer my cart.
do i stand here, push the cart
there, or do i zig zag
over to that register
where the girl
in chuck taylors and a
Hawaiian shirt stands?
Jimmy, a kid with a straight
pin through both eyebrows
and a tattoo of a dolphin
on his arm,
waves me over.
far out, he says. party tonight
eh?
candles, oh yeah.
coconut oil. chicks dig that.
you da man. bringing in
the new year with a bang?
shut up, i tell him, or i'll
sneeze on you.
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