I pick through mangos within the bin
until I find three that please me.
I will put them in the fridge by the jug
of milk, on the top shelf next to the jar
of blackberry jam.

I will not slam
the door. I will place a Hersey bar
on the counter top. It is mangos that tug
on her heart strings. I chose the three
to express my emotion again.

I will watch her lips
& her eyes so I can see
her face when she trips
over my emotion hidden
within that dark, cool space.

-Rudy Thomas