Day 6 and the prompt is “food”. Like the imagined cornucopia of yesterday’s hanging gro-bags, the following situation is imaginary but the place is not. (OK, so inspiration also partly a “shopping for dinner because everywhere else is shut and we’re hangry” experience which we laughed about later!)
Looking for Pudding in Tesco, Middleton
We’re deep in a grey warehouse space,
we turned left near the clothing stock.
(We could be anywhere; this place
looks the same as the others. Soft rock
is the soundtrack for this huge maze.)
Even though this could be anywhere,
at any time of day, your face
red as argument, that cold stare –
more icy than the freezer aisle –
swear you know this shop like the back
of your hand. All I do is smile
without feeling. All I feel is lack
of direction. This was a mistake;
we no longer care about cake.