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.
You sit holding hands with your Super. on the couch? Well. To each their own.
I will correct. It’s Peter
xxx
Yes! Peter is super. But it struck me funny thinking the Superintendent of the bldg being forlorn with you, mourning over the loss of the tactile touch of carrots. Wait ’til the food disappears then I too shall be a mourner on your couch gloved masked and six feet apart remembering Margaret Meade. Thanks for being your real, Esther.
With Great Respect and Love, Dee