local melons

i run into

an old girlfriend at the grocery store.

she apologizes

for how she looks,

pushing back

her hair,

avoiding eye contact.

sorry for my appearance she says,

if i knew

i was going to run into

someone,

i would have been better

prepared.

she's wearing slippers

and pajamas

with slices of water melon

and fruit on

them.

which reminds me to go pick

one up

before i leave the store.

bye, she says.

i have to run.

take care.