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City Market, 10 p.m.

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on March 5, 2023| 12 Comments »




Once again I’m weeping in the produce.
This time it’s the cauliflower that does it,
remembering how you and I were the only ones
who loved it. I’m thinking now of curried
cauliflower soup and how I no longer make it.
Thinking of all those nights we squeezed the lemon
into the bowls, made a yogurt swirl on top.
And next thing I know, I’m crying in the cracker aisle
because I’m not buying saltine crackers.
I hate saltine crackers. But you loved them.
You loved them and, oh, sweet boy,
I still love you and I want to put the damn box
in the cart, as if I could bring them home to you.
I don’t mind it, this ache, I don’t mind them,
these tears. Of course, it hurts to miss you.
Is it any wonder I shop at ten o’clock at night,
these empty aisles, these tears spilling down my face
as I walk past the cans of black bean soup,
the flats of fresh blackberries, so ripe, so sweet.

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Ambush

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on October 21, 2021| 6 Comments »

 
It was the orange juice aisle that did it.
I stood there staring at cartons
I knew I wouldn’t buy because you
are gone. My son, I stumble on you
everywhere you are not. Which is everywhere.
The only way to learn how to meet
your absence is by meeting it.
In the car. At the table. In the yard.
On the phone. At the school.
And there in the orange juice aisle
where I stared at the cartons on the shelf
then walked on, the cart still empty.

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Upon Hearing Why Socrates Liked to go to Market, I Walk Down Main Street

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on February 5, 2015| 3 Comments »

Not the custom leather cowboy boots,
not the Patagonia coat in blue,
not the earrings dripping with diamonds like lace,
not the rhinestone studded I-pod case.
Not the belt. Not the mug.
Not the Persian rug.
Not the doll. No tight jeans.
No figurines.
Like Socrates, I think it’s joy
to window shop—but not to buy.
The fun is in the strolling about
these things I’m happier without.

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Wild Rose Shops for a Bathing Suit

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on February 25, 2014| 2 Comments »

Not the full-coverage shorts. Not the black one-piece
with the ruffle around the hips. She wants
to expose some skin. She doesn’t care
for an instant who’s looking. Or who’s not.
She’s got flesh and she likes it that way.
A woman needs weight in the world.
Damn, she is getting hot just thinking
about the sun. Wild Rose finds a strapless bikini
in her favorite color, brilliant magenta.
Barely a bottom. Perfect. Another in hunter orange.
She plans to be swimming with sharks
and wants them to know she is there.
God, she loves shopping for bathing suits. She could
do it all day with that long tri-fold mirror
that knows she doesn’t give a shit
about who’s the loveliest of all, but how
could she not notice how great it is to have hips,
to have some real meat to swing around.

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