Together they stand in the checkout line with their carton of raspberries.

They are in love. They love raspberries.

He is tall and blond. She is tall and blonde. They nuzzle each other noisily, exhibitionists in the market,

Surrounded by lesser flesh, envious, purchasing slag.

Soon they will exit, gods into the parking lot,

And drive away in their car with the flowers on it.

But the raspberry season is over and they have chosen

The frozen. The line is long and the carton is starting to drip.