so I resigned myself to making a list to stay on point:

• Milk
• Shampoo

And then I couldn’t think of anything else.

But if I’m honest, I’ll probably still need that list.

My nearest grocery store is a Super Target which upgrades me to A.D.H.D. I could repeat those items over and over in my head, between my car and those automatic doors—like I’m cramming the last few minutes before an exam—but it’s useless. As soon as I cross the vinyl threshold it’ll all go dark, and I’ll find myself an hour and a half later wearing a plaid trapper hat and zebra print snuggie, pushing a basket full of clearance items representing 65% of all departments—shell-shock faced—wondering where it all went wrong.