asda you are some
fresh hell, i have lost
the passata, i am unclear
what passata actually is,

google says puree, i feel
it is inaccurate so panic,
the disorganised masses
cutting into me like a knife,

the unnecessary zig-zag,
the stopping, the starting,
the whirling and families
of a thousand children

pushing through me as if
i am transparent, no
courgetti left, i must
buy a spiraliser. i place 

papery physalis 
onto the wonky cherries 
in my pull along, this
tiny baggage, must not

put the soft things at the
bottom. please take
your items she says, please
take your items 

but the lady with the bags
for life is not paying
attention, she is swiping
her magic necklace

for unexpected items
in the baggage area! the 
sighs escape our mouths 
like waves on a boring beach