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Jul. 21st, 2004:
Poetry from the Wall
By Don Mathis
Shopping for One, Again The mother of my sweetheart wants to break our bond apart. She took the object of my affection away and caused such alienation. Now when I go to the grocery store, I daydream, and stare at the floor. My ex-wife moved and took our son. And so, again, I'm shopping for one. There's rice crispies, and I need cereal. But it'll be summer before I get to see him. I'll just wait, that stuff'll be stale by the time he gets here; oh well. Guess I'll buy the jalapeno or sharp cheddar; he won't be here or know any better. I reach for our usual syrup, then my eye passes to the top shelf, and I get the molasses. He don't like that sugar cane stuff, but I ate it all the time while I was growing up. Here's five peaches - but I've forgotten, if I get all five, they'll just get rotten. I start for the cool aid, then stop myself. He's not here. I leave it on the shelf. There's the toys - something he might like? No. I'll save my money, maybe buy a flight to go see him a couple times a year, not like I used to when he lived near. His mom moved away but I don't miss her a bit. My heart is hamburger. I miss my kid. --- Don Mathis
Don Mathis
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