poetry
grandmother in the wool coat using her credit card inside the gas station
for Unci Gloria…
all at once Unci Gloria becomes all the mothers I've ever had, the only person in Subway who cares that they don’t have gluten free bread.
“you’re allergic. the salad’s just leaves and they charge too much for leaves. what are you going to eat?… nothing? then let’s go to BIG BATS, you’ll get something there!”
she swims towards the gas station with emaciated limbs as if possessed by the spirit of God the seedy gas station clientele becomes sugar and spice as I find a bag of pickle chips and peanuts, Unci adds a large soda and a coconut candy car that doesn't contain coconut and she points to a lottery card,
“I want the shiny one, It’s about time I gave more money to the state, don’t look as I put my pin in!”
we all spin around as she types. this includes the tattooed man who forgets his decision to scorn this March to death like a voice inside one’s head.
©Daniel, 2024
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