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Poetry

Boxes and bags, a story time

I was at Costco with dad, and he was paying for the parking

When a stranger ambled by, wondering aloud,

Boxes? What’s up with these boxes? Does Target only have boxes too?

Without transition, he directed the question at me (apparently),

Don’t they give you bags at Target?

Poor man, guess he’ll never know!

‘Cause I just stood and stared in silence, guarding my cart, wondering why on earth he was talking to me

And reflexively refused to converse with this think-alouder.

I was woozy and just wanted to eat my pizza.

How dare you ask me whether they have bags at Target.

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Poetry

Death in life

Is death really anything

Besides a change in location

And a progression of purpose?

In that case, maybe the both of us

Are always dying, so long as we live.