Try my luck No. Run. I could do just a little No. Run. Heart begs please Head screams leave How can a person possibly be one person— with the begging and the screaming? God, why?! Like a piece of paper torn in half, I am piecing the two together Now is the time for you to finally align
Glass shatters A child shouts, OOPS No-one else around to do it I must go assess the mess Inhale. Lucky me!
A boy and his mother and a jar of tomato sauce— splattered across Aisle 11
Exhale. How can I be mad at this adorable child? It was only an accident! You can tell by his face
In fact, I remember a time when I was a little boy and I broke a jar of sauce I thought I would never recover until I looked up at and saw my Grandmother— she and I were shopping together— Her eyes were wide open But she smiled
Alone in his mess. Alone in my mess. A mother smiles. A grandmother smiled.
Shaking my head— I smile— We both live on Isle 11 Not strangers. Repdigit.