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Meditation on Aisle Four
Duran Duran kicked in as I perused
the bread aisle, familiar music
on a muffled array of speakers tucked
into discolored ceiling tiles, teenage memories
amongst loaves of wheat and white.
I'd meant to bake bread for tomorrow
but the hour got late and bread
is not a thing to be rushed and I was ready
to go to bed early for once
so I found myself at the store
pondering fiber and sliced or unsliced.
I went with cracked wheat because
it had less unnatural ingredients
and by now I was tapping my foot
feeling rather jaunty listening
to Simon LeBon sing about The Reflex.
Thank God it wasn't Christmas music
which is a mindfuck, a brainwash because
we need to be prompted to buy more
see how I'm already feeling content
here in the bread aisle, soothed
by consumer goods, all these comestibles
too comfortable by far so I paid quickly
and headed back out into the bracing
reality of November night and cold.
>> A Tuesday night free write. Too jumbly by half, but it might come to something in time.
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