Searching for Sushi in a Walmart in Salina, KS
by Barbara A Meier
Obesity roams the aisle, and Meth stubs grimace in a smile.
Plodding onward through a grocery wasteland;
A desert of Little Debbie crème pies, Pringles with a pop!
Coca-cola, and Jalapeno Ranch Doritos.
The best bargains at 11 o’clock at night.
Sorrow dictates I eat. Lateness dictates Walmart,
and all I see is a holocaust of processed foods.
Pain rises up to choke the heart lodged in my throat.
Tears seep down the back. Drip. Leak.
And I think I can find sushi in Salina….
There’s no sushi in Walmart in Salina.
There’s no way to feel good. It collapses inward on itself.
The pressure spills and there’s no stopping.
I’m truly alone and nonexistent at this point.
I cannot lay out my life like rice on a sushi mat.
Nor can I pick and choose spicy,
Fullmoon Combo, or California Rolls with Eel.
There’s no wasabi to burn away the pain,
or pickled ginger to open the dam.
Just myself, dressed in cold fluorescent light,
walking circles in Walmart.
I cannot roll my life up to fit my dreams
or my ideas of what should have happened.
inspired by “What Passes for Salvation in Salina, Kansas” by John Dorsey
Barbara A Meier has spent the last four years living on the Southern Oregon Coast. She retired from teaching this summer and hopes to find time to travel and write. She has a Micro Chapbook coming out this summer from Ghost City Press. She has been published in The Poeming Pigeon, TD; LR Catching Fire Anthology and The Fourth River. https://basicallybarbmeier.wordpress.com/