lane street

By débora Ewing

 


lane street


but if i’d have met you the regular way
it would have been down at the Goodwill store
somewhere between the pots and the pans
and the curling irons and what’s-this-for

i’d probably be musing the record shelf
you’re probably perusing my gainly ass
hooking your cane on the wheel of my cart
pointing out Benny and Glenn as you pass

i might be intrigued as you loaded your trunk
with technical wonders from back in the day
catching your eye as you lowered the lid
if i ever did something the regular way

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