He had 17 loaves of white bread
in his cart, along with six jugs of sweet tea
and large tub of cottage cheese.
She had a shower curtain and duct tape
and at the last moment,
added a Cadbury egg to her basket.
I exchanged pleasantries with the cashier-
something about how it’s almost Friday,
as if the moment wasn’t rife with possibility
of death by meteor or gluttony.
I remember bringing my child here
and feeling accomplished
when my cupboards were full;
I wonder if that feeling is lost for good
now that I know less about fulfillment
and more about never-ending questions.
A dark little bird flew in the rain
and I drove home between dotted lines
on a slick road with no guard rail.