Thursday, April 17, 2014

old road

All these men sit around
in the concrete courtyard
smoking their fat cigars
and looking at me like
its worth it
stinking up
my only route
to the grocery store

I wash my grapes
in the water fountain
at the grocery store
like a homeless person
or a cherub
they were $1.95 off
red and seedless
I could only fit 5
in my hand to
wash in the fountain
so on my walk back
to school
I eat the dirty ones