trader joe's
oh, trader joe's
it's true that you trade, and your name is joe
and although
your parking lot is a bitch to enter and exit
and your aisles are always congested
and you seldom carry the falafel I am looking for
and somehow you made me buy a package of chicken sausage which was definitely not in my cart
I love you
and I will always be true
except when I have to go to Ralph's for
things you don't sell or don't sell cheaply like
that coffee I like and also yogurt. And DiGiorno's.

yours for as long as I crave reasonably-priced gourmet items,
mandy