in the produce section at waldbaum's, by <br />the avocados, I asked her, do these <br />feel right to you? she screamed <br />'I know what you're thinking! ' <br /> <br />she grabbed two cantaloupes and held <br />them near her chest. they're the same <br />size as my breasts, feel them, are they ripe? <br />I did and she screamed, slapping me. <br /> <br />I fled, past the potatoes and onions, <br />my cart knocking down a display of <br />maxi pads. she glared at me <br />and threw an eggplant my way. <br /> <br />at the deli counter, as I ordered <br />a pound of marinated artichoke hearts, <br />she took a discarded number and <br />demanded immediate service. <br /> <br />serve me now! serve me now! let him go <br />to the bakery! look at his cart, notice <br />the cherry pop tarts in there. perverts <br />like him ruin shopping for the decent ones. <br /> <br />I'm pregnant, she spit at me. I offered congratulations, <br />she said, now you have to marry me. but I never slept <br />with you - she said, isn't that just like a man! <br />trying to escape on a technicality like that.<br /><br />Jesse Weiner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/finding-love-in-the-all-night-grocery/
