couples walk into wal-mart with blank faces, perhaps a hint of disgust.  it's like when you were in elementary school, pushing the opposite poles of magnets together; you can hold them close, and yet the tension is there.  what are they looking for on these shelves, on this thursday afternoon?  has this replaced a quiet conversation or the simple pleasure of company one and the other?  some are young, some are older into their 50s, and they all have guts (and presumably multiple prescriptions).  their clothes are disinterested like their expressions.  browsing I suppose.  as if "browsing" at wal-mart were some sort of justification.

just divorce already.