by Sari Dote
Staying home all day,
I made another shopping list,
suddenly I remember the beer glass he dropped at the bar,
my favorite coffee mug from the bookstore which was actually too fragile,
a hundred dollar teacup for weekends which I hated so much,
boring huge teapot at the tiny office which my replacement must have replaced...
and the poem gets longer and longer,
just like my shopping list,
but I know that they will be deleted,
when I finish my shopping.