so walked, out of house,

for a small pint of raspberries

each so tiny

each so exquisite

like the opposite of death


walked the steps required to

neighbor's where

"store" was

locavore now, must shop on street

walked home 2000 steps from "store"

to safety of my desk

ah isolation

ah wilderness

ah get me back in the house

lady drives by car windows down yells

who is this? doesn't she know I am emily dickenson??

'thanks' she brays

i look at her astonished

'thanks' for buying from us

children straining at their contraptions in the back

'thanks for buying those berries, they're from our yard!'

neighbor, sustinance, frenemy!