I'm shopping at Publix, checking
the prices. Why not bananas,
I'm asking myself, nice little
fat ones, 39 cents. But that
never happens: somehow or other
I manage to lose it: Wise up,
I'm shouting, these are BANANAS,
they're 39 cents not 44,
next to the grocer who asks
what's the matter.
Back off, I tell him,
Don't be so pushy,
to which he barks, Shove it.
A scuffle ensues
in which I get throttled.
Oh,
one thing more: the checkerboard
floor. The blonde by the apples.