Poem: Supermarket at 11pm - is it worth it

[Amber_44]

The self-checkout apologises
for the inconvenience
of my existence.

A man stacks yoghurts
in a religious silence.

The bread is already
tomorrow's bread.

I buy things I do not need
to prove I am still
capable of wanting

[Calm Paige]

The self-checkout line is perfect. Apologises for the inconvenience of my existence is the most contemporary alienation I have read in a while

[QueueDay]

Tomorrow's bread is a beautiful image. Stale before it even reaches you

[PhilippeMercadal]

That last stanza is doing heavy lifting. Buying things to prove you still want is painfully specific

[BankHolidayBlues]

The religious silence on the yoghurt stacker made me laugh and then feel bad for laughing

[Compass]

Very Carver in its plainness. The mundane as vessel for something much heavier