The Incident in 1996

Yesterday

I bumped into your cart in aisle 3,

and as you glanced back,

the cascade

of whitened years and tears

too cold to flow rushed

in a glacially slow

torrent toward me, and

stunned by the superfluity,

my heart cast about for mooring ground,

but finding none

I chose Ramen

and went on.

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