While getting in line to pay for my seventeen dollars’ worth
of groceries, some brutish lady with red stained eyes and
clabbered face asks; “Big party at your house huh”?
I look down at my sugar free pudding, grape soda, Miller Lite
and all the other parcels on the belt…
Stare at her and say, “Every night with myself.”
“You’re not invited.”
Dan Provost has been published throughout the small press for many years. He is the author of nine books and lives in Berlin, New Hampshire with his wife Laura
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