more.

she was on the couch-
(i was in the kitchen)
i pulled open drawers of deli meat and fruits and prepackaged salad makings.
--nothing i wanted.

the shelves were empty save for some
mustard, some grovestand orange juice, milk and cream cheese.

the tv mumbled of some documentary-didnt matter which, they were all the same.

i could tell when the commercials came on because the volume got louder.

i found a jar of old pickles in the back behind the skim milk
and took them out--i was hungry.
and muffled sobs came in over the muffled tv sounds.

i stopped and listened and dropped the lid to the jar of pickles.
it stopped but i started.
my tears fell into the pickle brine and i closed the jar-saved some for later.