Gaia Forgets her shopping list

the door is cracked, just ajar–
she left in a hurry again, 
hands full, baskets empty.

you find this on the workroom floor, 
covered in stardust: 

–new scissors for the terrible trio (they lost theirs again)
–pantry restock: bread, honey, wine, figs
–lunchables?
–dog treats for Cerberus         beef flavor 		
–edible bouquet for Persephone (NO pomegranates)
–Artemis’ soap, midnight lavendar lavender
–Dr. Scholl’s for Sisyphus, Achilles 	get several
–menthol cough drops for Charon (fishermans friends)
–always discreets, size L 
–golden fleece scrub daddys
–divine nectar ingredients: açai, flax & chia, wheat germ (more honey?)
–book of stamps w/ owls		
–new box for pandora	check walmart?

and at the very end, in handwriting not her own:
 
   –the usual, don’t tell Hera
	                          - "Z"
   ps—
   for pandora’s box
   try costco, walmart
   doesn’t sell hope
Clarabelle Miray Fields

Clarabelle Miray Fields (she/her) is a Rhysling-nominated, award-winning speculative writer from Boulder, Colorado, who writes about feminism, scifi, ancient myth, and the many spaces in between. She is editor-in-chief for Carmina Magazine, a publication dedicated to modern mythmaking. When she isn’t writing, she enjoys cold nights, dark skies, and dark coffee. Connect with her on Instagram @cfieldswriting or at https://clarabellefields.com/.

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