I saw you in the produce there
and thought to myself, do I really dare
pick out a fine melon and take it straight home
risking the fact you’ll be all alone
in my kitchen lying atop the counter or worse
in the frig to freeze solid (next to my purse)
Just to find you weeks later
behind the soft moldy tater
whose eyes long and white-
just the thought causes fright-
for it too I’d bought, with intentions to eat,
yet consistently forgot it (along with the meat)
so cantaloupe tell me, you think I should chance it
taking you home, though there’s threat you’ll go rancid?