walking home from work   stop at the supermarket   the condiment aisle   a jar of pickles catches the eye   made eye contact with a solitary pickle   bought the jar, took it home      then made it up the stairs   and made it through the doorway   and waded through the floor   tried to head in the general direction of the bathroom   the truest room in the whole damn house      saying love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten   and I know I've been asked   so the answer's got to be love      so feeding time with tv   then sleeping time, not sleepy so   reading time with pickle   but where the bedside lamp had been   is now emanating soft soft green      has it always been this way?   is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed?   maybe now things will start to change   and life will turn a better page   no more rage      saying love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten   but I know I've been asked   and the answer's got to be love      tomorrow back to work again   but run to the supermarket   running hopeful through the aisles   haven't been this happy in a long time   but not a single jar was smiling   after all,   pickle jars are just   pickle jars and pickles are just pickles   ingredients: water, salt, cucumbers,   garlic, and pickling spices      love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten   and I know I've been asked   and the answer's got to be love