Maybe it's supposed to teach me.
Whole Foods
Pick up apple cider vinegar
Turn corner
See oh my God look at her ass
Female, wearing those tight stretchy black pants
Perfect
Oh my
What?
What?
Uhhhhhhhh
She's by the milk. She's picking out milk. I remember I forgot the Apple Juice, so I get it, then see her again, still picking out Milk. I keep walking, and turn around and glance to see her get up, and walk my way.
Weaving through the aisles, to get the the registers, picking up Bob's Red Mill Baking Soda on the way, she emerges, close to me, behind me.
Red hair
and her skin also appears to be red. It's not the same orange red, it's almost brown. But she is a red head, though from a distance it did appear brown, and without seeing her face.
She checks the check-out aisle next to me but then comes to the one I am in. I arrange my items so that she can put hers down without much effort, providing the spacer, as it was already there, before she got another one. She sat down her
Milk.
And I think that was all she had, or that was all I saw, before it was my turn to be checked out. I had Apple Cider Vinegar, Applejuice, and Baking Soda.
I don't remember being so close to Milk, distinctly, in awhile. Though I know people have had Milk in their items, and I have walked closely to it, it has been in the mix of many other things. Maybe I just focused on it this time. Perhaps yea, I have been in similar proximity with it, but it was how I noticed it.
Then for the first time, I make the connection that the guy at the register, I forget his name right now, that a certain girl is his girl. He got me set up, putting stuff in the bag for me, but simultaneously pulled out keys, and motioned to this girl who had just been before me, saying "I guess you're going to need these". She walks over, with her cart, and their new Son, not a year old, who was riding in the top. I have talked with this guy, about his being a musician of sorts, and someone who works in recording, and have heard him talk about his new son briefly, and girl, but have never connected it- have never seen his son, and didn't know that this girl was who he was with.
I went on my way, and stopped to watch for a moment the people at the pie-eating contest, as people were crowded around laughing, smiling, and cheering. I only stayed for a moment, and turned to see to the girl who I had seen, with the beautiful ass (oh my God), and well, she was very pretty, and could say beautiful (bootyful), no disrespect by mentioning her ass so much, but they do assk for it wearing those pantss, and this girl was now completed at the check out, smiling, walking, synchronous with my timing/mine with hers. An older Black man, white hair, stocky, also begins to walk as I stop and start from stopping to check the pie eaters out at another angle, recognizing them. He makes eye contact with me, and mentions how he would never do that, that what we eat now is what out body is tomorrow- that splurging like that is bad. I agree. We walk together much of the way to our vehicles, talking, and the red-head some steps behind. The wind blew my hat off nearly, the cord around my neck stopped it. I raised my hand up and almost hit the man, but he didn't acknowledge... He just kept talking.
And the red-head saw my huge bald spot. As soon as my hat flew off I sensed her changing course. Haha. This could be coincidence. But the way things align sometimes, like this, interests me. For some reason red-heads and Black people go together, in forms, with me, in my life. As well, the connection visually I made with her in the beginning, after getting the Apple Cider Vinegar, and unfiltered apple juice- the color of her hair, the calling of my instincts that occurred when I saw her first, and where she ended up right next to me, with milk- milk that I first stopped drinking as soon as I got with my first red-head, before realizing I was allergic, and much more in the same-associations in life, that perhaps I will only know, as fully as I do, for a human. Milk with the mother. My first red-haired girl, bringing together for me a perceived pattern, connecting to my mother. Then the guy who works in recording, and music, and his girl, who I have always noticed to be sweet, and smiling, always, when I see her, though never connected them, and the first time seeing their son, with his honey colored hair. There was a certain mixing of the hair types, of the red-haired girl, and this child. Some, "unfiltered", color.
Whole Foods
Pick up apple cider vinegar
Turn corner
See oh my God look at her ass
Female, wearing those tight stretchy black pants
Perfect
Oh my
What?
What?
Uhhhhhhhh
She's by the milk. She's picking out milk. I remember I forgot the Apple Juice, so I get it, then see her again, still picking out Milk. I keep walking, and turn around and glance to see her get up, and walk my way.
Weaving through the aisles, to get the the registers, picking up Bob's Red Mill Baking Soda on the way, she emerges, close to me, behind me.
Red hair
and her skin also appears to be red. It's not the same orange red, it's almost brown. But she is a red head, though from a distance it did appear brown, and without seeing her face.
She checks the check-out aisle next to me but then comes to the one I am in. I arrange my items so that she can put hers down without much effort, providing the spacer, as it was already there, before she got another one. She sat down her
Milk.
And I think that was all she had, or that was all I saw, before it was my turn to be checked out. I had Apple Cider Vinegar, Applejuice, and Baking Soda.
I don't remember being so close to Milk, distinctly, in awhile. Though I know people have had Milk in their items, and I have walked closely to it, it has been in the mix of many other things. Maybe I just focused on it this time. Perhaps yea, I have been in similar proximity with it, but it was how I noticed it.
Then for the first time, I make the connection that the guy at the register, I forget his name right now, that a certain girl is his girl. He got me set up, putting stuff in the bag for me, but simultaneously pulled out keys, and motioned to this girl who had just been before me, saying "I guess you're going to need these". She walks over, with her cart, and their new Son, not a year old, who was riding in the top. I have talked with this guy, about his being a musician of sorts, and someone who works in recording, and have heard him talk about his new son briefly, and girl, but have never connected it- have never seen his son, and didn't know that this girl was who he was with.
I went on my way, and stopped to watch for a moment the people at the pie-eating contest, as people were crowded around laughing, smiling, and cheering. I only stayed for a moment, and turned to see to the girl who I had seen, with the beautiful ass (oh my God), and well, she was very pretty, and could say beautiful (bootyful), no disrespect by mentioning her ass so much, but they do assk for it wearing those pantss, and this girl was now completed at the check out, smiling, walking, synchronous with my timing/mine with hers. An older Black man, white hair, stocky, also begins to walk as I stop and start from stopping to check the pie eaters out at another angle, recognizing them. He makes eye contact with me, and mentions how he would never do that, that what we eat now is what out body is tomorrow- that splurging like that is bad. I agree. We walk together much of the way to our vehicles, talking, and the red-head some steps behind. The wind blew my hat off nearly, the cord around my neck stopped it. I raised my hand up and almost hit the man, but he didn't acknowledge... He just kept talking.
And the red-head saw my huge bald spot. As soon as my hat flew off I sensed her changing course. Haha. This could be coincidence. But the way things align sometimes, like this, interests me. For some reason red-heads and Black people go together, in forms, with me, in my life. As well, the connection visually I made with her in the beginning, after getting the Apple Cider Vinegar, and unfiltered apple juice- the color of her hair, the calling of my instincts that occurred when I saw her first, and where she ended up right next to me, with milk- milk that I first stopped drinking as soon as I got with my first red-head, before realizing I was allergic, and much more in the same-associations in life, that perhaps I will only know, as fully as I do, for a human. Milk with the mother. My first red-haired girl, bringing together for me a perceived pattern, connecting to my mother. Then the guy who works in recording, and music, and his girl, who I have always noticed to be sweet, and smiling, always, when I see her, though never connected them, and the first time seeing their son, with his honey colored hair. There was a certain mixing of the hair types, of the red-haired girl, and this child. Some, "unfiltered", color.
