Wednesday, Sick at Trader Joe's

I left the TV flickering,
walked across Ontario Street
to buy soup and sparkling water,
and apparently everything pumpkin in the wide world. 

I romance down the aisles,
wondering if I will fall in love,
because Autumn always
makes me want a girlfriend. 

I never fail to come away
with more than I intended,
like curry chicken salad and apple cider donuts,
but no girlfriend.

I will sit on the sofa alone,
watch TV and waste too much time on my phone,
hoping my sore throat doesn't
turn into anything more.