teenage shopping spree

as teenagers

there wasn't a day gone by

that we weren't

in a 7-11 store

to buy something.

bunkers of beer, 

or apple wine,

cigarettes,

zig zag rolling papers,

a hot dog on the spinning

greasy grill.

a big gulp.

condoms,

or playboy magazines.

it was teenage heaven

in there.

potato chips,

cookies and sodas.

slim jims

and beef jerky.

peanut butter crackers.

blood worms for fishing

in little boxes

in the ice box.

cans of oil for our

beat up cars, coughing

out blue smoke

in the crowded parking lot.

a skinny blonde

riding shotgun

with her leg out the window.

there was always a giant

jar of pickled pigs

feet on the counter too,

or boiled eggs

in a pinkish soup,

which we never touched.

we had to draw the line

somewhere.