Heather OC: Week 32 of 208

Gut Punch in the Grocery Lane

~ a Golden Shovel after Margaret Atwood

Cannot get my hand to

my heart in time to be

useful every time the surge that I have lost

you punches my gut. It is

the way now, and only

sleep connects us in a

world full of failure.

An old woman with a cart of

strange vegetables and this memory.

“To be lost in only a failure of memory.”