Closing Costs

The freezer aisle left its frost

numb inside my swollen joints.

I’m counting up the time I lost

and how the screen just disappoints.

The text arrives, a blunt decree,

behind the stacks of sodden card.

Freezer burn is all I smell on me,

and breathing feels exceptionally hard.

The papercuts across my hand

sting against the humid night.

I’ve run out of ways to make it right.