it’s been forever since I’ve felt untethered

in this endless hallway of trash light
with rosewater face mist to spritz myself
as I march beneath the collapsible wings
of farm-stand awnings extended over
buckets of cut flowers vegetable bounty
bright human skin at the Union Square
farmers market I pause to buy a stick
of fancy soppressata from some cutie who’s
surprised when I whip a crisp $50
from my wallet she drops the card reader
to the perfectly splintered wooden display crate
and tells me I can keep the meat unrefrigerated
in my bag for the rest of my life