she stands
pearl draped venus
of the suburbs
amidst the fruits
of a retail giant’s
produce section
cheeks flushed
a hot flash coring deep
through her brain
all the way to her
fig leaf
by victoria’s secret
thinking people should eat
more green leafy things
as the fingers of her left hand
leave bruises
squeezing
a ripe honeydew melon
too firmly
seeking to penetrate
suck out seeds
pondering
how satisfying spitting can be
awash with thoughts
of biting its flesh
her tongue
forcing itself
through wetness
a wicked smile
weighs wide
on the scale
she notices
the shifty eyed soccer moms
and fidgety stock boys
seem to know
what she is thinking
