(s)uper (m)arket

some days i start to think
the sun is upside down.

was it always like this, or
is my world that different from yours?

you said my obsession with the sun,
the moon, grapefruits and melons,
you said it cancelled out your
cucumber fetish.

words for the crazy, i say.

when the sun is setting,
it is rising for me,
my life is just getting started.

take your pickle jars,
that's all your cucumbers are,
wrinkled pickles.

i won't be here
when you get home.
look for me in produce.