97poems/grocery

My grocery lists
are always the same.
Vata tea.
Basmati.
Kamut spaghetti.
Mango.
Papaya.
Snap peas.
Santa Cruz applesauce.
I find them folded
about the house
when I am cleaning up,
in the bottom of my book bag,
in pockets and stacks
of papers on my desk.
I pull them from the crack
of the truck seat,
written on the backs
of poems I have gleaned
from the recycling basket.
They are always the same,
a compendium
of the things I love,
at least the edible ones.

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