30:30 2014, Day 26

Someday

The saddest aisles of Costco
are for the planners. Not the jolly crate
of pigs in blankets, trumpeting how many
friends you expect, divided by five.
Rather the gross of Band-Aids, the Party
Size Hostess Sno-Balls, to say: Someday 
I will be hurt this many times. This is how long
the sick pink loneliness will visit.

So much happens eventually. Maybe
my crocodile tears as she packed
will be the cloudburst that drowns
a fat tom turkey. Probably not. Odds
are good that rain was ocean and sky
and ocean and so on, all the way back.