don't be a white male man

i find a shopping list

in the parking

lot beside a Subaru.

it's a long list

in child like block letter

writing.

i look around to see

if anyone might be nearby,

just now walking to the store,

looking in their pockets

for the grocery

list they wrote out.

i read it to myself.

granola,

soy milk, plant based

burgers,

salmon patties

and vegan

spaghetti.

magic markers,

and large placards to

be used as signs i imagine.

hummus and cottage

cheese,

free range organic eggs,

the New Yorker

and the Atlantic Magazine.

and then i see

who it might be going

through the front door

of the A & P.

she's pushing a stroller

with a girlfriend.

a little Asian kid is waving

from his seat.

it has to be her, middle aged

and white.

a streak of blue hair,

and a tattoo on her shoulder

of Hillary Clinton

and Joan of Arc.

i rush over and give her the list,

but then have to dodge

a punch,

and jump out of the way

to not be kicked.