One right after the other.
“Goddammit. Left my fuckin’ glasses,”
a guy mutters as I pass.
A city bus screams by,
Jersey Boysad slapped across the side.
‘Who Loves You’printed across the top,
mocking me.
T-Pain’sBartenderblasting from car speakers.
“Hank, where the hell’s my hat?
“It’s too damn Sonny out here?—”
I lower my head, pick up the pace.
My heart?
She’s crawling on all fours through a battlefield, whispering—just hold the fuck on.
Every step's a cramp as I swerve around signs.
I’m almost there.
I can see my building.
Almost—
Then I stop
in the middle of the sidewalk.
My eyes follow a blueberry
rolling past my toes.
One stupid blueberry,
wobbling, lost
just before its crushed under a leather shoe.
I glance over.
A woman’s crouched on the sidewalk,
wrestling with her spilled groceries.
A low growl slips out.
My fingers lock so tight around the bags
they might break.
