I’m sitting here eating chips
and according to the calendar it’s still
10 days till my next period so it’s not
that, the reason I’m eating chips,
ate carrot cake, drank that load of wine.
The sun was out today, so I can’t
be lonely. Though

it’s night now. The air’s heavy with sweat
and the teardrops of unsold beer cans.
I walked to the store in flip flops
and my toes tasted fresh air, first time in months.
Szczecińska blazed across the roundabout
and hurried towards town. A man stared at me,
his own bag of chips in hand.
I thought it was because of my black
fuzz-balled sweatpants. Turns out
we both needed salt.