there is something in the daily fluorescence of grocery stores that gets to me like falling apart on bathroom floors and getting screamed at by angry fathers just does not
because they have not witnessed demises like mine but they have witnessed endings of careers
lost children
the breaking of more glasses than i have hearts
and there is something comforting in reveling in the very essence of a place that has witnessed both destruction
and change in a way that results in grocery store labyrinths
being all too similar to the twisting and turning of my head.