I met this girl at the grocery store
while shopping for Christmas
Wrapped in cheap toilet paper
and abundance of cat food
I was sulking at the pompousness
of organic honey on the organic shelf
she asked, have you ever been happy
The question threw me off
Like a clown thrown in a court room
I grabbed the slipping toilet paper
and hid it behind packets of cigarettes
the fragility of impressions now secured,
I thought about the year’s highlights
A storm rose in the climate of my eyes
I’ve been angry, I said
The only thing that was never inspired
neither borrowed nor stolen
From books or lovers or abusive mothers
Happiness is dull, like my father’s shampoo
Safe, unassuming, clinical in it’s purpose
I could feel her burning stare
The kind of look that makes you feel
Like drowning in the whirlpool of a woman’s body
or atleast trying organic honey
But luckily I’d been a floater for a while
butterflying on lakes and municipality pools
Give it a chance, she whispered after a while
Write about singing in the snow
Sing about writing love songs
Love like it’s going to last forever
And last forever,
Like the Milky Way,
Like the Lochness Monster,
Like the Indian Ocean
Like organic honey!
With that performance, she left
pausing only at the vegan shelf
And like always,
All I wanted,
Was to last just a little more
Than I lasted.
************************ photograph by Brassai********************