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An Open Letter

Dear woman in Kohl’s department store
those nine years ago
that thought it was okay to lean over,
whisper to me
among the headless blouses
and empty shirts half turned outside-
that I should “Just lose the weight”

as I contemplated just slicing all the bad parts away
in the mirror while
shopping for myself in the first time in over two years
for interview clothes:

I hope you stubbed your toe
really badly that day
and that you never have to go through
what you did to me hardly a week
after leaving that emotionally abusive relationship
with an alcoholic husband
who only brought home paychecks and disease
while you suffer from
returning to your hometown without a place to live
–except your parent’s spare room
or work
–though you hoped to change that soon,
hence the excruciating trip into public
in the first place–

in an effort to heal and build a life for yourself and your child.

I hope

you only ever experience kindness
and that the triumphant expression you bore
as you walked away with head held high
having shared such wisened wisdom with a total stranger
brought you the happiness it seemed to.

At least then my pain would have brought
someone pleasure.