Plentiful Tequilas

A puffy white child
screams for something
in the queue at Sobeys
his fat face turning purple
tonsils swinging in his throat
like the boxing gloves
of a retired champion
snot runs down his face
pooling in the hollow between
blue lips and chin;
a leaking little ball of joy
mother stands behind him
white knuckled
gripping the shopping cart handle
eyes turned away
to somewhere distant
I see a forgotten woman
beneath that misery
and wonder if she
follows her mind
to a distant solace
of leather sandals
and plentiful tequilas

© Christopher Raine