now we're banned from this store she wanders the frozen food aisle pondering tasteless peas or beans should she fake another night healthy or go home alone with ice cream i wander these lanes an empty basket in my hand something should be in there like a promise i used to understand and i see her now pulling her hair back to read ingredients to prepacked meals feed the stomach, deny the need and i've never kissed a stranger in a freezer and she'll always remember the silly way i had to meet her now we're banned from this store some things you can't do in aisle ten we may have defrosted the hashbrowns but for that moment, it was purest heaven.  - Jason 12:08am Wednesday November 15, 2006   <-- Back to the poetry menu.