One minuteyou’re leaving the supermarketbalancing a satchel of groceriesand a pumpkin piethe next you’re downI mean all the way downsplayed on the concreteaccepting a much-older gentleman’s handto hoist back to your feet
In this moment you realizemaybe you’ve reached a new life stagethe falling-down-needing-help leveland it sinks inthat you’re no longer as strongas you always thought you werein fact you’d be totally uselessin the coming apocalypsezombie or otherwise
You ponder this developmentalready in painfrom just this one episodeas you shakily limp away and drivebut also giving many thanksbecause you didn’t hit your headyou didn’t break your hipand most importantlythe pumpkin pie is unscathed
Argh! #22 of 30 Poems in November to benefit the Center for New Americans. Today’s theme is ZOMBIES.