WHOLE FOODS
You contact me exactly as I begin drawing a line. Calling it "progress". Catching glimpses of you as we race in a Whole Foods. Always in-between aisles, the optimistic daring me to meet at the other end to win. I clash into each day within absolute and complete fucking awe. Suddenly the line I draw is very, very thin.
This is me begging, for the first time. This is me begging, for the second time. This is me begging, for the third time.