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Uneven Ground Beneath my Feet

Janet Kuypers
5/18/12

Was it an estate sale?
Was it a flea market?
I can’t remember

but all I remember
was that it was sunny outside
and I passed huge tables

filled with everything
under the sun for sale,
when I saw this thin,

four-stringed musical
instrument, and I think
it had a tag for only 4 bucks,

so I took it and
walked inside. I think
at another point

I saw a glowing globe
phone for kids, and
it wasn’t even an accurate

globe, but it lit up
and it related to the
whole world, but I

didn’t even know if
the phone works, or
if it still lights up.

And at that point
I no longer had that
four dollar four-stringed

instrument, so I was
wondering where I put it,
when you came up to me

with a large tracing paper
note pad that you wanted
to buy it for me and it was

only fifty cents. And I thought,
that was a good idea,
and then you left. Then I thought,

wait a minute, I don’t even
have time to draw. And where
did that four-stringed instrument go?

Then I wondered,
wait a minute,
I don’t even know

what this thing is called,
and I don’t even know
if you’d want it.

So since you left,
I started searching
for you inside, but I’d go

down an aisle, filled with
knick-knacks for sale,
and I’d take a step

and my one foot would drop
two feet until I reached the
floor. There was that much

stuff, I thought, that I can’t
even see the uneven ground
beneath my feet

to find you.

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