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Guinevere At the Supermarket

I hear girlish laughter beyond the bagged onions. Imagine her swimming naked among green ripples. Her white arms are lily stems, hips as sleek as an otter flow in a neon moonlight. A sound system promotes discount cookies. Visions of idealized females fill the dairy product section. A courtly love of grapes spreads to the potatoes. In the toy aisle, Avalon, Camelot, and Tintagel appear in plastic miniature together with rainbow painted ponies. Between the crisp covers of Guns & Ammo and Cosmo, Annales Cambriae, Historia Brittornum, and the writings of Gildas shimmer in periodic reality. I should turn the old legends off, but the Kimble audio keeps me walking with Malory and Tennyson. In toiletries and cosmetics, I find her. A teenager shyly laughing as she texts a boy. My imagination reaches for the forbidden, a fruit that was fresh this morning – a thousand years ago.

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