trapped in this unfamiliar store
familiar smells
yet familiar's no more
i'm looking down searching the oversized aisles,
trying to go unnoticed,
invisible
please stop staring at me as if i'm a whore!!
it isn't like i want it,
i need it,
i have to have it,
to fill my crack,
my hole,
my gash,
my whatever you want to call it.
maybe i should ask some one?
the thought creeps in the back of my mind
but what would they think?
what would they say?
i can already hear the snickers
the stares on my ass
my breasts
(hidden by the most modest clothes i own)
my gash is leaking
every other morning
my feet are soaked
i'm standing in the oversized aisles
a puzzled look on my face
as the man with the orange apron
asks me quickly in his haste,
are you finding everything alright?
it takes a couple seconds but i utter out the words....
......i'm looking for some black caulk.....
i hear his smile cracking
while the smile cracks his face
as he tries to speak the answer
yet a snort
toward his pointed finger
are the only things he'll grace
..........and i can feel his eyes
as i walk that plank
should i even try to explain
that i have a black
shower
with a huge gash
that leaks
everytime i run my dishwasher?
i turn to tell him
but i see thier stares
and i hear thier laughter
i shuffle my feet a little faster
as i purchase this branded item
praying the whole while...
... that... i can fill my gash
with this one tube of caulk
so that i don't have to relive
that dreaded home depot walk.
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