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D-Day, Girl Scout Cookies

This piece is an embellished account of a Girl Scout cookie sales planning meeting. Enough said.

This poem is only published here.

stacks of cookies for sale
Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

D-Day, Girl Scout Cookies

The grownups argue over who's gonna win

the Walmart location. Cookie Manager shouts the start date.

You go one minute too soon and she'll shut down your little

shortbread-hawking darlings. A troop leader whispers to me

what happened the time Manager caught

a group doing early Caramel deLite trade.

But my attention pivots to the word roaches.

We're told not to store cookies in the garage

where they crawl from the Peanut Butter Patties,

where Thin Mints take on the odor of exhaust.

"Lock up those boxes, ladies!"

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