mary at ninety two

she said when she fell
in the garage
that she was too weak
to pull herself
up to walk out, so she
lay there. then managed
to sit up against
the tire of her car
in the cold. in the dirt.
but she had a bag
of groceries, so she
opened up a box of cookies
and ate one, then two. she knew
that someone would be
along eventually.
there was nothing to worry
about. then she made
a sandwich of lunch meat
and bread, spreading mustard
from a small jar
with her fingers.
she drank some milk from
the quart jug.
this was fine, she thought
to herself. this is fine.
she stared at her shoes,
she could use a new pair
she thought, then
she took out her magazine
and read the gossip news.