The 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.