I start to ask the old man with the moustache,
the expert mango picker,
to pick one out for me too
as I have no idea what to look for
in a mango.
But then I realize
I don’t know what to do with one
once I have it.
Do I peel it?
Do I slice it?
Do I bite into it?
Mango has been an artificial flavoring in my life up until now
relegated to slushies and bubblegum
and popsicles.
I have never encountered one in the wild.
My girlfriend approaches with her vegetables and the moment passes.
Someday, mango, someday…

There is a melon in the apple cart.
I start to replace it
but decide against it.
If it identifies as an apple,
who am I to tell it otherwise?

I must decide if I want my graham crackers
shaped like bunny rabbits
or shaped like teddy bears.
(My first choice, superheroes, has been discontinued.)
The teddy bears are fifty cents cheaper.
What does this say about the animal kingdom?

In the checkout line,
I want gum because I crave flavor.
I don’t get gum because it gives me headaches.

As I push my cart to the car,
I still don’t know what I’m really hungry for.