I don't say much when I come with you
to the supermarket but you
like it when I'm there and I
sometimes like it too
The bright lights off the yellow tiles
and sounds of only high pitched wheels
I guess it gets done faster when I'm pushing
the cart but then you stop
and laugh at the cover of a magazine.
A celebrity mugshot or something and I can see you
looking at me
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