In the most random of places.
Like the sandwich section
at Tesco, on your lunch break,

mobile shuddering in your pocket,
agitated by attention. Then,
at the self-service, an image forms,

a memory, dust-heavy and wonky
from lack of recall. Why was it
the dialogue between you

became a drought? The thought
like a blood test. A little pinch, then
the gentle withdrawal.