At the Bargain Outlet
I browse tile mosaics
wood planks waiting for a room
find what I really need:
two bags—
cement
mortar mix
140 pounds total
for like eight bucks
load the cart
lift with my legs
push it toward the register girl
pretty, too much make up
I see the smooth white
rocking chair
on sale, last one
I imagine sitting in it
in a weed-free garden
mortar and cement hardened
floor nailed in place
I give it a push—
it rocks
next month, I think.
The girl raises painted eyes
anything else?
no, that’s it.
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