They were beautiful young women, one aisle over in ladies’ slacks, discussing a friend? A relative? She hasn’t taken it yet…really?!..isn’t she on birth control anyway?

There are words and contexts in between us—

me, the lady who does not know the girl who has not taken it yet, but wants to say this to them anyway—

If this is about a baby, tell her I will help her, any way I can help her with a child she should know, name, love, be transformed by

They—

knowing her, but not realizing how close we all came to Crazy Lady Town, pop. One.

Two, for now, if my guess is right

My regret, I hand to you

I should have done it

I should have brooked their discomfort

After all, we are treasure hunters here, aren’t we?