Free Verse · Love
One Trip
One trip. Always one trip,
ten bags cutting your fingers white,
too proud to make two journeys —
and somehow that's the man I love:
you'd carry the whole world up the stairs
before you'd let it make you ask for help.
Put the bags down, love.
I'm here. I have hands.
Original poem © QuillOak — personal sharing is permitted.
“One Trip” by The QuillOak Editors — quilloak.com/poems/one-trip-groceries
Quick facts
- Poem
- One Trip
- Poet
- The QuillOak Editors
- Length
- 8 lines
- Form
- Free Verse
- Themes
- Love, For Him, Funny
Text, source & rights
A traceable edition
Original QuillOak text. Personal sharing is permitted; other reuse requires permission.
- Author record
- The QuillOak Editorstoday
- Source record
- QuillOak originalOne Trip, authored for QuillOak by The Quillery
- Display decision
- Full text · United States · reviewed 2026-07-18
- Publication record
- Not recorded in the imported source
- Text fingerprint
- SHA-256 9554ad90450c1e25…
- Editorial handling
- Whitespace and stanza breaks normalized for web display; no material wording change recorded.
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