We met
Tuesday night shopping
you were screaming at your screaming child
her long hoarse vowels
seeping through packages of chinese noodles
and ricocheting off tin cans of green beans
tired muscles of my eyes
resisting rolling
because she seems to know
you won't really slap her into next week
Leaving room for you and your frustration
I skipped your aisle
And didn't buy cranberries
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