Supermarket (January day 21)

You couldn’t care less,

I’ve never cared more.

 

I care about

the oranges that get picked over

at the supermarket.


I almost tell them

I am bruised like you.

 

I toss them into my cart

I will give them a home.

 

They will live better in my house than

the stale that has taken over my heart.

 

They will live better in my house than

the things I can’t wake up to anymore.

 

They will live better in my house than

the dust I keep wanting to shape into memories.

 

I need to fill this space with

new

so I don’t

keep looking back.

 

Someone passes and

they have your voice they have your touch they have your name they have your name

 

I take my oranges

leave the cart

leave my cares

walk home.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 1/21/21

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