Eggs and Condoms

Inflation hits the cost of love

I awake before you

and slip out

of our bed

 

The market bustles

with mothers and seniors

already active

 

The eggs have risen

in price. So dear

Two-forty a dozen

Yet, I must

 

I pick up a twelve pack

of condoms

the girl takes my packages

and my money

So dear.

 

 

 

Author's Note

A free form first draft. My first poem in a couple years.