Late Night Shopping

Indignation in all of its
finest forms
lying on the wire racks
of consumption.
Ten o'clock in the dark sky
a child cries for night night
but the words aren't built
for his little body yet,
and only stumbles out in
frustrated tears.
Mommas fed up,
shopping cart full of
frozen pizza, maxi pads
and beer...
She shuffles her slippered
feet and tells him
to shut the fuck up.
Ten o'clock at night
and he only wants
snuggles and warm hands
to stroke his tired head...
but he's at the store instead.
Babies should be in bed.
But the beer can't wait,
and baby daddy needs
his corn dogs
and pretzel chips.
Momma muffles baby's
mouth with a lollipop
as she shops for all
things consumable.
Love can't be bought.
Its nowhere on the end caps
late at night.
Baby stuck in the cart
with a fatigued heart
and a longing for something
steady that he can't explain.


**inspired by the Wicked Writing Prompt - You can't buy THAT at Walmart**