Deft Perception

Deft Perception

Enter grocery store
to follow her.
I weave the aisles
deftly.
Not caring where she
leads.
She stops;
looking at products.
I stop two columns beside her,
"inspecting" products too
but more her.
I make my way
beside her.
She's even better
up
close.
She doesn't even smile
and asks,
"Heavy or light day,"
motioning the tampon box in my hands.
I drop the box!
She laughs.
"Heavy," I say.
She says, "light,"
as she slyly
goes to the till.

-Matthew Koutzun