Sometimes I drag my bones through supermarket floors
I roam the aisles with a hologram instead of a face
As if a discount on tinned beans was to bring me peace
But I go ahead and rest my heart for a second on a cereal shelf
I catch myself humming the jingle and feel alive just a bit
After all
It aches less among fellow souls picking the ripest pears
And crying in public toilets is no different from group therapy