I brought my spoon

I brought my spoon, poetry, steven humphreys, doing something that doesn't make sense, stupidity, just asking for it

I brought my spoon

and pillow


because I wanted

wrongful attention

I went to the ice cream

and opened two

five gallon



dug in my spoon

and laid

in the middle of

the isle

with the pillow

tucked in the nape

of my neck

Pistachio isn’t my favorite

I wondered why I did it

as well as those

who looked


as they

pushed their



my body

the manager


stood over me

and asked

‘what are you

doing, Steven’?

I replied,

‘what does

it look like


(last week

I stood on my

head in the

meat department. They know


over there, too.)


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