grocery aisle
by Richard Lighthouse
[ poetry - november 08 ]
in my dream of you
dreaming of me,
i am more wonderful than
myself. or so it seems.
tossing thru nights like
tumbled bowling pins, and
grocery carts
abandoned.
in your new dream,
i am a new me. shiny,
polished, & packaged.
selling on the discount aisle.
your cart full of has-beens
and why-nots. and no, i am
not on your weekly
list.
but seeming a bargain -
tossed in, checked out, &
bagged.
take me home.
