Plastic

“or would you like a paper bag for all of your groceries, sir?”

entangled:

he parked his car next to the handicap spot

or was it not?

he couldn’t see since it was raining and his left windshield wiper fails to work,

should probably fix that

like his life, to be completely honest

or not to be at all.

he should have called his wife the night before she

ran the red light that put a stop to their own tomorrow. he

took it all for granted

like the light switch that he switches on and off

and on. off. on and off again he doesn’t think of what it would be like to live

in darkness.

he checks his pockets to find an old receipt of a medium iced coffee with cream

no sugar

and he thinks about all of the sugar that is still there in the cabinet above

the kitchen sink

untouched.

for only she did sweeten such bitterness

he could taste it on his tongue

still

could taste her on his tongue

still

entangled by the present

he holds the plastic bags and walks out into the future

of unintentional consequences.