RAGE ITEM

[_dear_prudence_]

you know that poetry i threatened you with.
well you haven't been up to par.
consider this punishment.

***
there is a woman
in the produce section
of the market
and you can tell
from her looks
she loves god
and all of god’s animals
and plants
especially this one sort
it is in her nervy eyes
and on her nervy breath
and it must be on her mind
because color is not

she is in two socks
one red one black
and her dress
orangey orange
with a stain on one crease
she must have slept in it
the creases looks so comfortable

she looks bold
-
so bold
-
I think she is bold enough
To buy a mango
Or a kiwi
Something exotic
From a place with
Wild technicolor
Birds

She has a book
In one hand
With thick textured nails
That she flips through
With her leafy eyes
So fast
Her flipping
Too fast
Rebellious flipping
Rambunctious
She will have a blister

And when she looks
At sharp angles
Toward me
I can see
That there is room for
More than fruit
In her tropic world
And when it comes to that
When it comes to a day without
green
Her eyes are just as blurry
And grammer is secondary.
She got the blues
She got the blues
She got the blues.