Flirting with the Vaccine

Every week without fail we drive to the supermarket. To scoff at overripe melons. And finger slices of yellow at the deli. So many different varieties of cheese. I can never remember which ones I like. So she tells me to risk it. $3.00 for a quarter pound of discovery. Bankruptcy is measured more by what you keep than what you spend.

Maybe. Just maybe. You don't even need a sandwich. That same tired lunch I always have. Cutting the bread in half. Who eats half a sandwich anyway? There is permission in starvation.

To gorge.

We spend so much time shopping for poison. Wondering why the cure doesn't return our calls.