Life in a cardboard box

Women eat in parking lots
at grocery stores.
I recently watched an old women
hurriedly strip her gloves
from her hands,
and rip at the cardboard entrance
of her treat.
Eventually she pulled the pastry
from its home and unwrapped it
from its plastic coffin.
Alive again, she nibbled.
The old women didn’t notice me.
I was sitting in my truck.
I like to watch parking lots.
I see a lot of men sitting in their trucks.
We’re all waiting.
What the hell are we doing.

-M. Taggart

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