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Running Into My Ex at Publix<\/strong><\/p>\n With all the hard pains passed Without much to say Soon, we\u2019ll make polite excuses and go One learns to check fruit for ripeness, <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0Marissa Glover<\/strong>\u00a0teaches and writes in Florida, where she spends most of her time sweating. Her work is\u00a0found\u00a0in After the Pause<\/i>, Amaryllis<\/i>, Clear Poetry<\/i>, Solstice Sounds<\/i>, and\u00a0other journals. Read more at MarissaGlover.wordpress.com<\/a> and follow her on Twitter<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Running Into My Ex at Publix With all the hard pains passed we stand in silence\u2014two years and shopping carts between us\u2014 pretending to search for expected friends, hoping some familiar face will save us. Without much to say that hasn\u2019t already been said, we swap half-smiles, ask about deli deals. Soon, we\u2019ll […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16286","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16286","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=16286"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16286\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16600,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16286\/revisions\/16600"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=16286"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=16286"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=16286"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nwe stand in silence\u2014two years
\nand shopping carts between us\u2014
\npretending to search for expected friends,
\nhoping some familiar face will save us.<\/p>\n
\nthat hasn\u2019t already been said,
\nwe swap half-smiles, ask about deli deals.<\/p>\n
\ndifferent directions at rush hour.<\/p>\n
\nfeeling hard skin for soft spots. One learns
\nto buy just enough\u2014and to eat it
\nbefore it all goes bad.<\/p>\n