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Supermarket Love By JUDY WELLS
Last week at Whole Foods
as I was reaching
into the refrigerated shelves
for the coldest tofu
with the most future
expiration date
a yellow gloved hand
from the other side
laid itself on mine.
I nearly jumped a mile.
“Oh sorry!” said a woman’s voice
from the other side.
A man behind me laughed.
This week as I walked by
the same tofu
section
I heard a disembodied voice
from the other side say,
“I needed you,
and you have never
been there
for me once.”
“Yes, I have,”
I wanted to protest.
“Last week!”