People Of People Of Walmart

Man, you wanna know
what’s wrong?
She’s gone and I’m
just figuring out I
was in love with her,
I swear —

Krystle,
Krystle was a cashier
at
the Walmart, 
at the Walmart
on 16, out by the new 
Ford dealership,
the one that used to be
farther out on 16 but
moved closer to town – 
yes, that one  – anyway
Krystle,

Krystle,

Krystle – 

listen, man,
stop laughing,
stop laugh-interrupting me, people
got to eat, got to work, and yeah
I’ve seen the damn website –

what you’re saying by laughing is
that you hate the people there
along with the store –

listen,
Krystle
was a friend from high school 
and I was in love with her all these years
and I just figured it out
and she just died.

I can’t tell her as something
she wasn’t.  Maybe –

no.
Man, I don’t even fucking know 
you.  
Don’t want to.
Go.

 

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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