pavlov's dog

i am a courtesy clerk at safeway and i think silly things abt this guy who works w me. so don't take any of this seriously

what i'm trying to say is let me leave some glitter on yr frontal lobe

when u see me walk thru the self-checkout line and into the sunlight

to push 3-5 carts up to the front of the store where they belong

and also keep telling me to Do My Job with that teasing lil mouth of yours

and make me feel silly while i bag cheetos and cough syrup and canned goods

for people that i will never know or care about

i like my mock angels to have ruffled wings + black hair 

the kind of hair that taylor swift talked about in that one specific song

the whole greased back 50's way that girls like me

tend to drool after like one of pavlov's dogs

i've always longed for a guy who dresses like a nocturnal fool

a boy dripping w ink and formaldehyde and dread but like the good type of dread

even if that is purely the dress code for all safeway employees

so yeah. i guess i'm feeling feelings again

basically allow me to touch every tattoo on your forearms w hesitant glitchy fingers

i am daydreaming abt yr hands precipitating while working me up into a fury

we have only spilled approximately 138 words into each others' ears

but i am simultaneously greedy and gracious when i let u take over my subconscious

all of this makes me tremble a lil bit

but i can't really tell if it's because of the pin needles He stuck into me

or the start of stars forming slowly in my ridiculous veins

but how can i protest when 4 out of 7 days of the week

u grace me with such trivial verbs + nouns + other words

i am prepared for this longing to deteriorate

because i realize that my brain will discover "romance" in anything from

the way that u explain to me which shelf the milagro tequila collects dust on

to the way that every single time u look at me

i feel like folding up into an origami bird

but don't stop looking at me, at least not yet

let me collect the blushing moments 

and build them a shrine

because if i don't build them a shrine

then like what else can i burn when these feelings delete themselves

Author's Note

informal. this could be a glorified diary entry lol

Reviews

[Tristin Sky]

Down to Earth indeed. I enjoy reading your writings. Keep writing please!

[Hailey Juliet]

I love this! I really enjoy how down to earth this feels. You have a wonderful way of working in subtle references and commonspeak. Even the way you use abbreviated forms of words like yr, w, u, +. While it seems like it could have easily come from a diary, it also seems to speak about society in a way. Very interesting:)

[The Nude Writer]

Glorified diary entry is a good way to put it. Stream of consciousness. I sometimes write like this. I like this very much. It's a look into your (or the subjects) mind. I think that's facinating :)

[Richard🖌]

Poem, romantically alluring fantasy of sensual flavors, something deliciously caressing every fiber … whatever it may be, Kitty, you've made the air flow and my blood come alive.
I could not help noticing how vividly enchanting your imagination speaks with sheer enticement, sizzle of sensations and power that vicariously turns me into your lusciously lucky Safeway fantasy.

Now, honestly, Kitty, did you expect me to merely read this and say how marvelous your writing is, how original and imaginative your skills, the flow of your(?) … well, you get the picture; besides, it's all true.
Warmest hugs 'n thank you smiles! ⁓ Richard

[kitty blur]

Thank you so much! I'm glad that I could give you such a visceral reaction with my romanticized descriptions of otherwise arbitrary interactions :) I like mixing the mundane with the magical, and I'm so happy to hear that it was appreciated and that it could pull you in and make you a part of the poem.

An abundance of thanks.

[Richard🖌]

A plethora of gracious, "You're welcomes," Little Lady-Poet! : )