Empty

A Poem by N. Hadley

Your mind is a trashcan
empty it regularly,
daily if nessecary,
hourly if nessecary.

Don't let it wait.

Have you ever
waited in the checkout
at Any-Supermarket USA
and the person in front of you,
a middle to late aged woman
is causing a scene?

She appears to ready
to swallow the cashier whole,
like a serpent,
over a twenty cent difference
in the price of a pound of grapes

and you swear you hear
a faint buzzing coming
from her direction,
that gets progressively
louder as she unhinges
her jaws wider and wider ...

it was the flies,
don't let it happen
to you