Chips

You do not look like
what your digital image promised.

The milk carton is empty
and so is the grocery’s dairy section.

You have not yet
named your new baby daughter

to prove your poverty is so great
that you have nothing to give her.

I can purchase for us
all the overly processed food you desire

but not a single fresh carrot
head of lettuce or apple.

Soldiers traded in their guns
for flowers to plant in the ground.

They plant them next to stones
not yet carved with names.

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