“I’m a newlywed and an insurance secretary and I live
in San Fernando Valley.”
If I were a different girl, with a different face, in a different time
that might’ve been me
Nestled happily into obscurity, my fifteen minutes in matching sweatshirts
on Supermarket Sweep.
I am yanking hairs from my face in the Star Market parking lot
I am meeting a man who’ll give me some money
I am untethered by motherhood,
plumes of venomous smoke swirling around the front seat
But you want a woman you can take care of things.
I can pose prettily, I can arch my back willingly
I say to you “fill me,” and I mean it.
She is inside filling up the cart
She is making you a $200 Super Sandwich
But I know you’ll still be hungry.