She knocked on the pineapple like it was a door
She listened as if it was a radio.
I think she was seeing if it was ripe.
Her feet were flat I could tell because when she walked
I could see the bottom of her shoes.
She bought spaghetti and plastic forks
apples and a pound of cheese.
She held onto her crinkled dollar a moment too long.
I sighed as I waited.
I was only buying bread and raisins,
I had a meal to prepare,
and she had already eaten hers.
