before the storm hits
you don't mean to knock
over the old woman in the store,
or pin her long
coat down with a boot
as you reach for
the last loaf of bread
on the shelf, but she was
in the way.
and besides it was gluten
free bread
made from wood chips
and hay,
embedded with cherry pits,
she'd never get it through
her system.
you are doing her a favor.
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