by the eggs,aisle 12
I tried not to
run her over, and
succeeded.
When inside
the grocery store,
she saw me
carrying a bottle
of whiskey, and
I saw her
carrying a container
of milk, and
we knew it
would fail.
Response:
aisle 12
He nearly ran me over,
foot lead on the pedal, pure
sex.
Later in the grocery store,
next to the eggs, I reached for my 2%
And sealed my
die-alone-cat-lady fate
As he walked out with his bottle of
die-young whiskey.
| Jason F. Williams |
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