The sterile lighting makes my skin itch
Fat babies reach out desperately for color
People are hungry for the next big deal
Someone I knew once is working here
I know the song coming from the overhead speakers
I wanna know what love is I want you to show me
My mother sneaks a white oblong pill-buried in her purse
Gently puts it in her mouth and wipes away the secret
I watch how time slows for her
She moves down the aisle like syrup
Smiles at the shoppers nearly spills what she has in her cart
She pours her wallet out onto the counter
Hands shaking as she slides the bills one by one
I wonder if that was her first of the day
And what kind of son am I if I'm not counting