• Who is this man?
    that needs so many peaches
    he drags an empty cart,
    save for the peaches.

    Who is this fuzzy peach man?
    that needs so many peaches
    he picks an apple, puts it back
    and grabs another peach.

    I wonder what he thinks of me
    standing near the peaches
    my hair all messed and sloppy
    clipboard in my hand

    I wonder what he thinks of me
    notating his every move
    Jack Skellington smiling up at him
    My blackened eyes stalking him

    Who is this man?
    with fruit that smells of
    morning dew
    heading towards the check out counter

    Who is this fuzzy peach man?
    in Wal-Mart on a windy day
    dragging twenty peaches
    on a dreadful, windy day.