the mother of this girl
who had cancer while she
was in high school with me,
skipped me in line
at the deli
while I was buying hot ham
and rolls.
I didn't say anything.
I wrote those words on a post-it,
to remember them-
and put it in my back pocket.
I must have dropped it going south,
because going north,
a friend picked it up,
unknowingly,
and read it aloud,
and corrected the grammar,
and we all laughed
at this weird stranger.
I didn't say anything.
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