Guac – short receipt-scrawled poem

dear guy with the vascular arms shopping for produce

you said “hey” in your gray, thin and faded t-shirt that i could see your nipples through

lemon or lime juice can keep guacamole from browning

i think it’s a convention not to lead with an apology

so there you are. i’m sorry i’m not better at conversation

i guess i knew you had everything you needed, but you were interested in me

i should have said something about firmness and let you catch me averting my eyes

these avocados and i have the same thing in common

we may never be ready but we’re still pretty good

with the right spices, compliments you carefully chose

if we’re soft enough to settle and let you know we’re yours