I'm not Impervious to eyes
He smiles at me over celerythose packets sold,
I love the crunch
reminds me of a glass jar
and the wedgewood cheese dish.
He has nice eyes,
I am not impervious to eyes.
He stands back at the fish counter,
allows me to order my scallops first,
I notice he adds dublin prawns,
I prefer mine fresh.
I ponder over wine,
I do like a sparkle
but cheap fizz never
has that glitter
once Christmas has passed.
I hear the squeak
and a trolley nudges
next to mine,
I'm not impervious to eyes
especially ones that smile.
I don't see him in the toiletries
or even in the pharmacy,
he lingers by the cheeses
and asks for gruyere
cut in a specific way.
I order parmesan and cabanzola,
he buys a chive filled cheddar.
The bored girl at the checkout
moves groceries by rote,
I fill my bags and note
he buys those flimsy bags
that split before you're home.
I wheel a trolley to my car,
press the buttons on my keys,
my boot springs into life,
his car is next to mine.
Smarter, more expensive,
I wonder what his wife drives,
I bet she has the smelly car
with 3 pyrenean dogs
and a toddler in the footwell.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2015-01-26 at 20:41
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