August 2024
Bio Note: I have removed my person from Missouri where my possessions await retrieval. Without a clear plan, I returned to the landscape of my soul, where The Universe opened door after door. So, for the time being, I reside on the Montana Hi-Line where I once lived a quarter of a century ago.
The Interweb Doesn't Know Everything
Why is Sam’s Club offering me a deal
on a Carlisle wheelbarrow tire?
Doesn’t Sam’s know
I had to abandon my wheelbarrow
along with its perpetually flat
front tire along with the raised
garden beds I’d built
along with my dogs.
Doesn’t Sam’s know he gave me
until April to vacate
his double mortgaged property
so he could resume
the sexual escapades he tried
to conduct on days I went to work.
Doesn’t Sam’s know
I am no longer a member
under his membership.
I have my own phone
and internet service. Also my own
Amazon Prime. Didn’t miss
a day or a deal when he cut me off.
And why would I even need
roadside assistance service coverage
for a wheelbarrow tire, anyway?
Or did the Sam’s app watch
as I loaded the most precious
of my precious possessions
on a small cart, strapped
on the harness, and like those
ancestors fleeing Nauvoo,
slowly, laboriously, tugged
hauling my life westward free.
©2024 Shelly J. Norris
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