a poem

my good friend jack mallard shared this with me and i just love it to pieces.

"Sauerkraut"

Sometimes the slightest thing
leaves you defenseless
with compassion:
your father's belt,
which has missed a loop,
shampoo bottles
in the windows of condos,
the heavy teen
checking her compact
at the post office. . . .
What prevented me today
from throwing my arms
around the man who sold me
my hotdog? I loved him
without limit, was clubbed
by the absolute preciousness
of his being here, when he gave me
a dollop of sauerkraut on the house
saying, Never forget your veggies, kid.

also, i love this photo that i did not take:

xoxo

brittany