poem: 2020

[dragonlady7]

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salamanderinspace https://salamanderinspace.tumblr.com/post/636777832853422080/poem-2020:

When this is all over I’m going to Wal * Mart. I’m going to the sporting good section Where I will lift each of the little dumbells, comparing their weights. I will jump the jump rope And ride the bicycles Gripping the handle bars. Adjusting the seat height. Touching everywhere that others have touched.

When this is all over I’m going to Wal * Mart To smell all the scented candles And to sound all the windchimes. I will breathe in the plant-rich air in the garden center. I will inhale the scent of laundry soap in the aisle Where all the cleaning products pool in their bottles, ageless as rivers.

When this is all over I’m going to try on clothes And admire myself in floor-length mirrors. I’m going to wear ten pairs of shoes in ten minutes. I’m going to casually forget my purse in a dressing room And go back for it three minutes later.

When this is all over I won’t need flowers anymore Or trees or frozen turtle-ponds, or other places for walking. I will walk over cool, glossy white tiles, Dance the linoleum hallways. I will track in mud from places I won’t need to go anymore When this is all over.

When this is all over I will buy the GOOD pizza poppers Not the medicore pizza poppers they have at the grocery store Which are branded something like “lean gourmet” - though they are neither of these things. I will spend six dollars on a DVD of a movie I always meant to watch but never will.

When this is all over I’ll look the cashier in the eye And know that she risked her life for her job. We will talk of airplanes and zoos and diamond mines And other places that we can only go When this is all over.