dark chocolate, Fontina cheese,
and a large box of Stuart Hall envelopes.
rings them up and then asks me
for my driver’s license and telephone number.
Soon the checker in the next aisle
is browsing over her shoulder and then
and someone is shouting something unintelligible
about public pension reform.
in Vermont or New Hampshire where we can
all capture “Negative Capability” together,
Besides, my poems will have
the wrong return address on them.