Patriotic Cookie
       

The sign says it only costs a dollar,
either because of or in spite of
the poorly melted frosting, tri-colored
palette of sprinkles smeared by California heat
into a kind of murky blue not half
as impressive as the brighter hue adorning
the tiles on the Islamic mosque
I just saw in a documentary
about some desert with apostrophes,
and still less impressive when
compared to the adjacent seafood aisle
with its plucky crab legs and shy
grammatical shrimp, canned goods
with their Depression-era robustness,
roasted chicken in their bodices of spice,
all those exhibitionist heaps of melons
and well-marbled steaks, and of course
the wall-to-wall display of diapers
which do their best to whitewash
the horror that happens down below.

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