I stop and stare at the ground
and try to figure out a pattern.
How long I do this
depends on how much I love them.
Once, someone I really really loved died,
--That's it. I said my goodbyes. I said my hellos. That's it.--
and I was trying to figure out
how many total squares some triangles could make
when a woman wearing a tracksuit and big shiny hoop earrings
pushed her grocery cart into my my ass and said,
Honey, either move forward or back.
