I Wish in the Whole Foods of Your Heart
That I could be among the golden apricots
you tenderly choose to place in your basket
and the free sample of freshly rolled sushi
under its plastic dome. I wish I could be
the soft green chile tortillas you buy
to add to your spicy Mexican food brunch
and the overpriced locally grown sunflowers
you bring to the table, the oat milk splashed
on your cereal and the spoon, the gleaming spoon
you bring to your mouth.