The Shopping Trip
The kitchen table is filled with the bounty of a successful shopping trip:
a light bulb,
D cell batteries,
a box of cereal,
a pound of baby carrots,
a package of chicken legs,
and a toothbrush.
They are all wrapped, sealed, encased, and/or otherwise entombed
in plastic.
Airtight, watertight, impervious, impermeable and unpenetrable.
The kitchen light is out,
my flashlight is dead,
I’m getting very hungry,
and the taste in my mouth reminds me of sour milk.
I sit there staring at the table
and all I can think of is
am I smarter than a plastic bag?
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