for a couple of things
I could not live without.
Scanning-out ahead of me was an unmasked dude
who I recognized as a bartender I had
tangled with some 40 years ago.
I glanced at his purchases:
bag of chips, quart of milk, Mountain Dew, and
Bed Bug Killer.
The person behind me was an unmasked woman
I had drunk beer and shot pool with 40 years ago.
In the bartender’s beer joint.
I glimpsed her basket containing
paper plates, duct tape, Mountain Dew, and
I was masked-up with dark glasses
under a camo hoodie. My pandemic look.
They didn’t seem to know me.
I thought of the serendipity of all this.
Standing between a guy who once threatened to kick my ass and
a woman who once ran her fingers through my hair.
Our 40 year reunion.
Him with Bed Bug Killer. Her with Preparation H.
Me with Little Debbies.