It is Thursday
when you go to the store
declaring your identity in the world again
You have always been hungry
now your stomach is too
The store is flooded
with white light, except the produce section
which has dim yellow lights
wood floors and black tables
where you squeeze each pear
*Remember that Sunday
your bed was an island
you thought about
calling out from work,
thought about the boy
next to you, still holding
your hand while he was sleeping*
The green pears
only come in organic
cost a little more and
probably taste the same as
*Two weeks later he picks you up
to wander around that big apple like worms
drinking coffee and talking about
how useless is the penny
how you both never need change*
The brown pears
that are much cheaper
because they aren’t as bright
but they must be just as juicy as
*Drinking ***** infused with mint and cherry
in the theatre parking lot – you
complain about missing the previews
laugh about how you would have
kissed through them anyway*
Canned pears
that never rot
floating in their tin coffin
with their skin already peeled
*You take down every photo
t-shirt, sticker, love-letter
but not the driftwood
he found and gave to you
during that first walk together*
You don’t pick the green, brown, or
canned – deciding you want
any other fruit
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
It is Thursday
when you go to the store
declaring your identity in the world again
You have always been hungry
now your stomach is too
The store is flooded
with white light, except the produce section
which has dim yellow lights
wood floors and black tables
where you squeeze each pear
*Remember that Sunday
your bed was an island
you thought about
calling out from work,
thought about the boy
next to you, still holding
your hand while he was sleeping*
The green pears
only come in organic
cost a little more and
probably taste the same as
*Two weeks later he picks you up
to wander around that big apple like worms
drinking coffee and talking about
how useless is the penny
how you both never need change*
The brown pears
that are much cheaper
because they aren’t as bright
but they must be just as juicy as
*Drinking ***** infused with mint and cherry
in the theatre parking lot – you
complain about missing the previews
laugh about how you would have
kissed through them anyway*
Canned pears
that never rot
floating in their tin coffin
with their skin already peeled
*You take down every photo
t-shirt, sticker, love-letter
but not the driftwood
he found and gave to you
during that first walk together*
You don’t pick the green, brown, or
canned – deciding you want
any other fruit
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