Cameo

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