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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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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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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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