Ms. Moon’s Five-Minute Grocer’s Break
And a reference to the Patty Hearst case
Aesthetica Moon inhales her swisher sweetly inhales more smoke
than her lungs can bear
Gray smoke swirls
mists against the border of a light blue Nissan
Aesthetica casts away the hazy memories
merchandise — denying barcodes as she denies her son’s bald spot
Ms. Moon throws
lightning spears at hubcaps
rips Tag #6 to shreds
Tears the “Buckle Up!” sticker from her truck
thrusts it into the storage rooms of Homeland
Safeway
IGA
where cockroaches (otherwise known as managers)
order their troops to pour ice-cold milk
sour white ripples down sapphire aisles
Tommy rolls his hotwheels
down the spiraling river
That’ll be $6.57
cars, toy dollars, toupees, toy pesos
Hot checks bounce
diving into hailstorms of oblivion