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Aisle Eleven (the meaning of it all-3)

by Angela Thomas

The freezer cases
cast my reflection back
and I find myself staring
at the woman in
the frozen vegetables.
It always makes me
straighten up a little.

So, really, who am I
to say that aisle 11,
the reflection of hips,
and hair, and hands,
is really the truth,
really me?

I guess, maybe,
this is the part
where I have
to shake my head
and decide...
Peas or carrots?

01/27/2004

Author's Note: Third Re-Write of the original poem, "The Meaning of it All."

Posted on 01/27/2004
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