Persephone At The Grocery, In Multiple
Bought the fruit because we wanted the myth of it, wanted
all that brightbrightbright blood-roses bloodless red. Were we
type A, type O, or something else, unclassifiable? A man
was waiting for us somewhere. Held the knife. One stared
a story in the eyes and said enter me anywhere. We meant it. Wanting
costs so much, so little: $1clearwholeswiftshininghuman—life.