nathanael.ink

I get to have a life that is all mine
one that previous me
and my friends
do not get to have
it’s eleven minutes to the grocery store
on the downtown block
on foot
at twenty seven degrees
with a red backpack
to carry my things back.
Sony headphones are effective earmuffs
I can usually listen to four or so songs on the walk.
I’ve managed to find some Shiner Bock
on his birthday
to pour one out for.
There were five people in front of me at the register
and the woman’s card was not working
and I could feel all of our eyes through her
no longer a person
just a glass pane in our way
to the other side of this damned line.
Four whole songs played.
Walking back I’m worried the ice cream will tilt and melt down the inseam of my backpack
and I’m worried of a nuclear attack.
None of this is what I mean
when I say I have had an entire life
and none of this is enough for you to see
my life is not like yours
and your life is just like mine
and we can only be one
if I too am someone.