Anything else
I can help you find
says the man
in the pharmacy.
Well,
I say,
I could use
some grace.
Any for sale?
He looks
at me
with uncertainty.
No, he says
at last.
Rats,
I say,
browsing
the band aids,
the rows
of antibiotic
creams.
I don’t
even bother
to ask
about
dignity.