every time my chest hurts
I think this is my first heart attack.
It happened in the Florida shower today,
and I looked down in shock
at the products on the lower shelf.
One is a bottle of conditioner
that is over a year old,
bought when I wanted my hair to smell good
for her in October 2020.
I use it one last time,
a head and hair,
hand to jerk off,
and then I throw it away.
Without even recycling it,
I move on,
make changes for my heart.
Add 'Conditioner'
to the grocery list
as a symbolic gesture turn tangible.