“A body in motion tends to stay in motion,”
The manager of the produce department reminds me
drifting past the chip aisle. I have been caught
staring at fruit juice for the second day in a row.
He high-fives Bill Nye the Produce Guy.
That’s not his real name. He was born Josh.
The produce manager, not the real Bill Nye—
I don’t know anything about him,
& I decide against any kind of juice today,
& standing, rocking the lone bok choy to sleep
in my red plastic shopping basket,
I slip down between unknowns.