DegreesA Poem by Eve"human behavior"I wander the Aisles looking at cans, the ingrediants, and find myself thinking about the price of everything. It's cold in the freezer section and I realize that I wore the wrong kind of bra, I feel things tighten, standing with the bumps on my arms... lost in my thoughts I try not to notice the changes in temperature, fleeting metaphors and my mind turns to him, and I admit; I have loved him, in degrees over the empty years. In waves of warmth and also in the icy grip of fear or with the burning churning pit of rage.; The lady with the hot pink hair caught her man looking at my chilled assets... she's severly pissed and her insecurity flails at me. I suppose it may have been a little bit my fault the turn of my thoughts may have contributed somewhat to the draw of his eye. I shake my head and try to wipe her off my awareness, but her negativity makes me uncomfortable, she continues to berate him and I have no doubt who rules that roost. and then I remember why I have chosen to remain single for quite sometime. I then throw another gallon of comfort food into my basket and dared to look back at her...and I think to myself, I would rather die than to ever see him so trapped and beaten by my love...
and then I realize he is smiling at her, and I know he is thinking that she really must still care...either that or he knows he won't be bullied into grocery shopping for a while. © 2012 EveReviews
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