Girl I Want to be at the Grocery Store
After Jennifer Jackson Berry
I peer into fish eyes like eight-balls.
I steal flamingo-colored candy. I carry
a cantaloupe like a baby. I make pyramids
of spaghetti jars, balance pop bottles
on my head. My wheels sparkling, I fly
down aisles. I know the best escape route
& fastest way home. I know where
my mother is each time she disappears.
Lisa Low was born and raised in Maryland. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Day One, The Journal, Washington Square Review, and The Collagist, among others. She lives in Bloomington, Indiana, where she is an MFA candidate at Indiana University.
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