Wednesday, October 12
Today I’m stepping out with
my best friend.
Siri, where’s the nearest nail salon?
Oh, good. I noticed your nails were getting sharp.
Siri can be a little sharp herself.
But we go exploring, and I
get clipped, salted, scrubbed, and lotioned.
At Publix I help a man
find the cottage cheese.
He’s on his first shopping trip
since his wife passed.
His face wears the sharp edges of grief.
I teach a woman about generic names and
help her choose an antihistamine
for her mother who insists on nondrowsy
for her medication-induced itch.
I caution her to call the doctor
if it’s not relieved.
Her mom has a mind of her own–
she’s a sharp one. Nondrowsy, she reminds us.
Later D and I walk on the beach for the first time,
but the wind blows a fine drizzle into us
that stings like a thousand needles.