I am the superhero of the supermarket. Shoppers look at me oddly as I dodge through the produce section or cut down the pasta aisle. But I help those in need—the blind guy who shops by himself, the ... [+]
If you find my sorrow
keep it. It has been too long
festering and coagulating
and self congratulating.
And I, unbound by it,
might maybe hopefully finally
reach those floating cities
perched on colossal turtles
whose shadows we grieve under
and leave us begging for purchase.
But probably likely doubtlessly
I will just end up pining for it
the same way the sand longs for
the tiny creatures leaving their eggshells
that disturb its grainy pattern
leave into turbulent and bitter water.