Produce Section

I often frequent the
produce section of grocery stores.
Slowly bending over vegetables
tickling leaves
and sniffing radishes.
Cucumbers and carrots
are my favorite.
I run my fingers tips
along their garden
skin feeling their
firmness and size.
I hold cucumbers up in front
of elderly women
getting opinions
about the length.
I know the cameras
are watching.
A pornographic salad
if you will
clashing under fluorescent
lights.
Yes, a cucumber in one hand
and a carrot in the other.
I caught the grocery
clerk staring
at my egg plants
He quickly turned around
but I tapped him on the shoulder
with a carrot
and asked if he could turn
on the sprinklers
because moisture is important.
He smiled and quickly walked away.
I want a bed of lettuce
to toss in.
A fantasy of green and orange
lovers leading me to a climatic dressing of a lifetime.