I want to fall in love in a convenience store
because then I’ll know;
Under fluorescent lighting the circles around my eyes
larger than Saturn’s rings
and neither can the smudges of
the contours of my features -
my too-large nose, my tiny ears;
I’ll know I can be loved in all the
I’ll know I’m not crazy for driving around
when the roads are quiet
and for some reason I just really need
that microsecond of warmth from the cashier’s fingers
as I clumsily hand over my change.
I’ll know I’m not the only one who needs ice cream
in the early hours of the morning,
who’s been wearing the same clothes for three days,
who’s searching for eye contact in the strangest of places.
I’ll know I’m not the only one who’s lonely.
I got some McDonalds and it costed $6.66 and my cashier said “oh lawd can you order some extra sauce or somtin gawd has been good to me that number is for da devil or somtin”