Checked Out in Tescos Prussia Street
Her bent shape proclaiming her cauterised fate
Four hours solid in the same place
A countenance moulded to a stare
The shape of a checkout chair
Through sheer fatigue she lets me through the gate
A mistake
Me and my hyperactive Irish speaking kids
Iad ag léimtí, craiceáilte, suas agus síos
Full on shopping, toilet rolls, pan lids
Close the gate after you she snaps crackles and pops
Face severe as a headache, ears closed to small talk
Until I say
Jeez ye'll be glad to see the back of this day
The last bar-code pinged and zapped
She relaxed, collapsed her back
Smiled
So that her soul shone in her eyes
My feet up and a glass of wine
We would never embrace
But we are joined in time and space
By the creased lines of our gaze
The Sisyphus blind faith
In our everyday resurrections
@Paul Larkin
Tescos
Prussia Street
Dublin
Mí an Mheithimh 2011