pineapples
at the store.
the bin full of them.
whole,
just trucked in
from somewhere.
i stare at them, wondering,
is this the day,
the year
that i actually buy one.
that i take
one of these prickly fruits
home and cut
it open,
taking the head off and
then slicing into
a dozen juicy pieces.
or do i keep pushing
the cart forward
and buy a can
of pineapples where someone
has already done
the work for me?
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