the dull glow of Costco lights remind me of my life without you.
these aisles filled with people whose eyes are emptily
searching for another fill,
these evenings spent
picking various fast-food outlets, like jewels.
drive for the sake of driving,
keeping death at bay,
like some sort of Jorge Semprun novel.
I am not lonely, but I am lone
some.
I am not proud of myself, but this is how I get through winter.
