lets write a poem : theresa

i saw you at the grocery store today

you dropped a giant glass jar of mayo

it broke.

i watched you clean it up while i was in line with a bag of goldfish and vanilla soymilk.

you looked beautiful in your green apron, praying that your boss didn't show up.

(they wouldn't fire you anyway)

i watched your hair fall out of your pony tail a little bit as the man in the brown hat asked if i could "please move so he can get on with his shitty day."

i felt bad for the mad in the brown hat because if he only looked 45 degrees to the right, he would see you and his day wouldn't be so shitty.

(at least mine wasn't)

i left the line and let the man in the brown hat go in front of me.

i ran back through the isles and put but goldfish back on the shelf so that i might be able to come back tomorrow.

maybe by then they will have gotten you a name tag so i could put a name to your perfect face.

(i already have, its theresa)

i watched you use the old yellow mop to get the last of the mayo from the floor as i checked out.

the last sight i saw of you was you wiping the sweat from your brow with a look of discontent.

then i walked off the curb into a 1998 volkswagen and broke my spine in 3 places.

(it was worth it, theresa.)