Tuesday.

After work I drive to the store.

My heart wants me to hang a left

To you

But

I stay straight.

I stay focused on my list,

My cart,

Head down,

Afraid I might see you

Afraid if I do

I might lose my shit

In the middle of the juice aisle.

Milk.

Coffee.

Coffee creamer.

Coffee filters.

Diet coke.

Bread.

Apples.

Oranges.

A & D and Lubriderm

For the new tattoo

I haven’t gotten yet.

I get sushi for dinner;

Party of one at my kitchen counter.

In the checkout lane

My neck itches

Recalling your touch.

In the car

I do

Lose.

My.

Shit.

It’s a long,

Blurry ride home,

Liz Phair singing my song.

I wish

I actually

Hated you.

Then this wouldn’t have to

Hurt.