river rat: coupons
your hip out, hitched, against the jamb,
a proud smile and tiny hands hold the door, for me.
the hatch fails, bags and bundles fall,
a milk jug bursts, wicks to pale mud.
the world stops except for cats;
giant felines lap where your brother digs dinosaurs.
i close the door myself
another trip to the grocer.
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