I inchwormed to the trolley
double-bagged in plastic knowing
something’s gonna give. Shit!
Where are my eggs? I fret – beneath
emerald Stellas or two-percents, I bet.
*Phew* there they lay! Safe below GMO
cereal varnished in fructose, above
all-natural chicken breasts.
All-natural like breasts
feeding newborns. No hormones,
no antibiotics they said.
(We’re all farmed).
Time a uterus, will I make it
before the doors vaginismus on me?
Don’t fail me quilted toilet rolls
cinnamon raisin rolls
and Double Stuf Oreos from checkout counter.
Push my button for me.
Please. Thank you, dog-person
in chartreuse with no kids. Shit!
Did I miss anything on my list? Hummus.
To replace the vitriol that is
cholesterol of eggs. Elevator jaws *kerrrpluck*
them be my eggs.