Star & Shadow Cinema, Tomorrow, 7.30pm. Be there, or miss me reading.

Farmer's Market

A man sold me pork today, and sausages
with apples in. The poetic perfection would be pears,

of course, or figs. Whatever he said it made me
into a blundering fool: they are what they are

or I've had them for years. Expecting, him staring at my lips,
the pain question, what he actually said meant nothing

but it always comes back to this. I thanked him
and walked away, pig blood seeping through my bag.