Seven Dollars

The screen says sixty-four eighty.

I only have bread, milk, and these.

Seven dollars for a dozen

Grade A Large.

My thumb sinks into the grey pulp

of the carton. I want to put them back

but there is a line of people

behind me with their own

small, expensive tragedies.

I swipe the card and the machine

beeps like it's mocking my math.