Handwritten sign in front of
Mazzella’s Market on Ninth Avenue
between 47th and 48th says
Case Fresh Fruit. Unhandled. And
I think of how much is unhandled now.
We don’t pick our carrots at the
farmer’s market they choose for us my neighbor
Nick always gave me a kiss hello the super
now comes into the apartment with his gloves on
but inside this apartment, still bright orange,
still facing the conical turret of the Museum
of Natural History where Margaret Meade once sat,
Peter and I sit on the Vietnamese brown leather couch
watching movies, holding hands.