I’m Not Afraid by Sue Johnson

I collect ‘sorrys’ when I go to the supermarket

“Sorry” says a woman as she squeezes
Round me to put her trolley back

“Sorry” when a young girl
Passes within two feet of me
When I’m deciding between
Daffodils or tulips

Does she think she’s invading
My space
Or did she startle herself
When she looked up from her mobile phone
And realised I wasn’t
Just another cage of stock

“Sorry” when a man reached
For a tub of strawberry yogurt

I check my sorry counter
Register twenty-five
In the half hour it takes me
To go from car to checkout

Question, if we banned the use of ‘sorry’
For twenty-four hours and replaced it
With ‘kalamazoo’ would it make
A difference?