he wandered the aisles of the store

no longer sure what he came to buy

and without any money to purchase anything anyway

he thought about stuffing it into clothes

that whatever it was he came to get

he was sure he’d remember

positive in fact

he came with a craving

grabbed a rotisserie chicken off the end cap and snacked upon the greasy corpse

nodding to children

smiling at the women

staring bewilderedly at the long rows of food he had never tasted

delicacies from foreign shores

his father wouldnt buy things that weren’t american

made in the states

but he hungered for distant shores

the carcass picked clean in his hunger

he set the bones and plastic and congealing grease on a shelf

what did he come for

didn’t matter

now he was full

and still broke

so he wandered until he found the exit

as he drove home he remembered he had come to buy a chicken for dinner

but he was no longer hungry and doubted he could fit one down his pants

so he went home instead