in the grocery, no bigger than
Bella Abzug,
knocks me over
and takes
the last sweet potato
out of my hand.
she looks
into my cart and steals
my dinner rolls too,
along with the last packet
of turkey gravy.
i yell her, to stop.
but she smirks and then
kicks me in the knee
so that i can't follow
her through the crowd.
an old man, comes over
and looks at me
he tells me to get up,
what are you doing down there?
the floor's dirty, what's
wrong with you people?
he says, then runs
the wobbly wheel of
his grocery cart over
my hand.
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