Forgotten
My hands are dry and covered in scratches by the end of my shift
Opening paper bags and folding expensive health food into them is nothing compared to what I used to do
I thought whole foods would be a good place for a washed up goddess like me
I guess I was wrong about that
There is nowhere on this dying earth for me
Despite this place and it's hundreds of recycling bins
It is still killing me
For I am still dying
It shows
Customers are dragging in through the sliding doors, each one letting in a bit more cold
I guess that's my fault
The days getting shorter
Leaves going from virescent to decaying in days
A woman comes through my line, she has fruit, dairy free cheese, and gluten free bread
The total is eighteen dollars
If a woman in my day
The days of Greece and God's
Had offered me this, I would have turned her into barley
I smile to myself at the thought
I hand her the paper bag of groceries
She has no idea who I am
The powers I once had
No one pays attention to Demeter anymore
No one but Gaia, the earth mother
For in a way, we are one
My shift ends and I walk out towards my car
Dusk is setting
We are the same earth mother, we are both forgotten