(somewhere out of my head)
it seems an odd time in life to be a fruit
or a vegetable. you once thought my soul
was royal purple. imagine my surprise
when you turned out to be so sour. i
watch the man behind the counter
slice up a thick banana for the
circle swirl atop my açai bowl.
today, i’m getting the hanna banana,
my usual—when i’m allowed a treat, which
it seems an odd time in life to be a fruit
or a vegetable. you once thought my soul
was royal purple. imagine my surprise
when you turned out to be so sour. i
watch the man behind the counter
slice up a thick banana for the
circle swirl atop my açai bowl.
today, i’m getting the hanna banana,
my usual—when i’m allowed a treat, which
has occurred with greater infrequency
for quite some time now. i’m not carmen
miranda, either. not for lack of vocal ability,
i might add, but rather because the fruit keeps
falling off of my head. the vertigo is back.
and not just metaphorically.
