Left toothbrushless mine pilfered along with shampoo,deodorant, razors and other such
found me wasted in Walmart
Thieving Gnomes at the last homeless shelter are my suspects.
His name tag said Elvis
greeting customers at the starting gate.
Navigating shopping cart jockeys with cherubs riding shotgun.
My request for location of items is answered Presley style
"Past houseware" he Hound Dogged lip curled.
Among waffle irons and toasters in an aisle devoid of housewife print skirts
Your memory purchased my thoughts.
Forging past bedding, linen sheets we once tangled and ravaged.
Is that your image disappearing into lingerie?
Jesus on his employee name tag suffering from price tag neurosis.
"Love potion? We don't sell that vagabundo polo."
He growled with picante breath.
You told me I could find everything l needed here.
But not even Walmart has what it would take to make you love me again.
I hope Targert is open!
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