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one of those yellow ones...not a watermelon by Richard Zola the man selling melons stares at her bare feet their imprints in snow both feet are clean she gives him blue money he returns silver and a yellow fruit covers his face with the papier mache head of a horse next day he stares at her new boots their imprints in snow both boots are clean she asks to buy the space where the melon had been he lifts a cloth reveals the papier mache head of a horse between melons she gives him blue money he returns silver and a papier mache head of a horse in the kitchen she cuts the head into slices arranges the slices around a bowl invites guests doesn’t open the door when they knock next day the man selling melons stares at the papier mache heads of horses tied to her feet their imprints in snow both heads are clean she asks to buy the space where the head had been he lifts a cloth reveals a melon in a row of melons she gives him blue money he hollows a melon places it over his head she doesn’t hear what he says his voice being muffled © Richard Zola « Home | Contributor Notes » |
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