it will take me all of six seconds
to realize that it’s you this time
grocery cart ghosting forward
without my grip to steer it
until there are peaches everywhere
supermarket stained yellow-pink
fluorescent blush rushing against
a current of unsuspecting customers
the sound of each bruise forming
with a thud against the floor’s tile
and then watching the fruit’s mess
with all that skin between us
I’ll remember how you once said
I tasted like strawberries
