My time jangles in my pockets
as I walk into the local grocery store.
There to pick up effort
but settle for a six pack of excuses.
He reminds me
excuses are cheaper than effort
so he will find a coupon
to get a second six pack for later.
I want to wait in the car,
but he pushes the basket into my hands
and tells me his ego
needs another cause.
He shoves a twenty dollar bill in the clerk’s hand
then talks to me about budgets
until the grocery list becomes a prison
of numbers and expectations.
I barter up dignity for this six pack of excuses
and watch as he leaves
throwing dollars at cartoon birds
and gas pump children.