just tell everyone you are going to Target

my favorite place to cry is behind the Kroger at the Graceland mall off High street
it's actually nearer to the fitness place
and almost always empty
I park my minivan facing the scrappy bit of woods
and turn the music up
so that I can't hear
my knock knock heart
the sound of mostly everything

I gravitate to pop music
sometimes R&B
it is possible to stop crying
when T. Swift comes on
sometimes I even smile
at the actual life I live
at the actual crossroads of now
because if you can't cry and laugh at the same time
you are probably not as fucked up as you need to be