
and tell me about your past–
tell me how you go about your days,
how you’ve gone about your life
in the frigid silence that halts my beating heart.

I see you at the grocery store, beside bright lemons
and across from deep green avocados. Under humming fluorescents,
you stand regally, striking a serpent pose of superiority.
Imagine the ancient Aztec warriors’ delight in a days
exhausting search for your delectable beauty.