by Kristina Woodhill
Surely, she coaxed herself, if she stopped eating and drinking
she would never have to use the toilet again,
never have to do the body swipe clean swipe clean flush,
never have to stand in Costco lines waiting to go inside
Recognizing her tense anticipation now means
what might or might not be on the shelf she seeks
Recognizing she feels like a high strung race horse
with no trusted rider
pushing and prancing in 6 foot circles
just this side of the barriers,
the starter with the flag about to drop
Will anything be on the shelves,
will the store elves have Santa's touch,
all the magic done in one night,
boxes and boxes piled high
under this novel coronavirus tree
of striving to stay alive?
I wish I get I wish I get I wish –
just one soft absorbent roll!
I'll be so good, I will!
Could there be more than one
would she race someone heading for the one?
would she fight someone hand to package,
maybe split the plastic
watch her goals rolling away in the melee,
insert a little elbow,
teeth gritting back inner shame?
Better stock up in the moral fiber lane fast
after this foray into desperation's dance
Cross the goal line,
grab the cashier by the name tag
Check me out!
A time to be born
a time to die
a time to smile
a time to cry
oh, what time can I buy
Now try and let that roll off your tongue.
Posted on 03/31/2020
Copyright © 2020 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/01/20 at 02:44 PM|
I like this very much, Kristina. TP...I had already forgotten what it stood for. Good capture of the current situation!
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/08/20 at 04:09 PM|
Oh what a great chuckle in the midst of these dark days! Thanks, I needed that. Who would have thunk? "Teeth gritting back inner shame." That line captures both the angst and the incongruous humor of the situation. Well done, Kristina in your usual genius manner. Thanks again.
Thank God we had purchased a big package on sale at Costco before the madness began. So now we rest a little easier on the throne.