For Things Not for Sale
I did this and that
And thought well of you, abstractly
In the supermarket, shopping
Looking at an ordinary eggplant that
By itself was tastless, but in combination
With seventeen ingredients
Could be a fucking
Miracle of flavor
I haven’t the skills
To make that kind of meal
I left the eggplant where I saw it
In a chaotic pile of oblong violet
I let it stay there by the avacodos, full of all
Its strange potentials
I picked up a bag of spinach, some crumbled feta,
and some dressings
I carried my selections to the que,
And while I waited, and waited, for the que to move
I skimmed a tabloid from the stacks
And forgot everything about us
And all the stupid things about you that
I’d accidently loved.
I did this and that
And thought well of you, abstractly
In the supermarket, shopping
Looking at an ordinary eggplant that
By itself was tastless, but in combination
With seventeen ingredients
Could be a fucking
Miracle of flavor
I haven’t the skills
To make that kind of meal
I left the eggplant where I saw it
In a chaotic pile of oblong violet
I let it stay there by the avacodos, full of all
Its strange potentials
I picked up a bag of spinach, some crumbled feta,
and some dressings
I carried my selections to the que,
And while I waited, and waited, for the que to move
I skimmed a tabloid from the stacks
And forgot everything about us
And all the stupid things about you that
I’d accidently loved.