New York City Grocery Stores at The Blue Hour

Shopping in this city is a nightmare.

No joke.

It takes three stores to find the minimum of what you need.

Sometimes it takes three stores, a Bodega, a girl, her boyfriend and his friend with a stick.

Thanks to The Blue Hour for taking this desperate little poem, New York City Grocery Stores


By Ally Malinenko

I live in Brooklyn which is good except when it’s not which is horrid. I’ve been writing for awhile, and have some stuff published and some stuff not. I don’t like when people refer to pets as their children and I can’t resist a handful of cheez-its when offered. I have a burning desire to go to Antarctica, specifically to the South Pole so I can see where Robert Falcon Scott died. I like to read books. I like to write stories and poems. I even wrote some novels. You can read them.

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