This one is new to Rewords, but was actually written three years ago.
Grocery Disaster
Her red dress
that she wore
she wore till it was
always.
monday tuesday wednesday
thursday everyday
thread bare
and grocery
in the streets
from push cart fruit vendors
to bodegas and corner markets
then finally supermarkets
orange a squished grape
a spilt cart of apples
wears by
starch and hem
itching
and cities
her hollers
grimy shoot out from her foot steps
into off-grey polluted light
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