into another cart at the grocery store,
trying
to start up a conversation
with a nurse
in pale blue
with a name tag
reading mimi.
she has long red hair,
a stethoscope
around her slender
neck. she's
beautiful.
i look at her cart.
it's a lot like mine.
one tomato,
one onion.
one piece of salmon.
a potato, a dark chocolate
bar with almonds,
red wine.
we have so much in common.
but she doesn't
like that i've
crashed my cart into hers.
and screams.
i may have broken
an egg in her organic brown
carton.
i see the yellow drips
falling to the floor.
security comes.
they take me away.
dragging me out,
i look back at her
longingly,
mouthing the words
sorry. sorry. the second
date will be better, i promise.
finding new love
is not what it used
to be.
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