The Romance of Berkeley

The Daily Planet had so many readers contributions they needed a second edition to include them all:

Last week at Whole Foods

as I was reaching

into the refrigerated shelves

for the coldest tofu

with the most future

expiration date

a yellow gloved hand

from the other side

laid itself on mine.

I nearly jumped a mile.

“Oh sorry!” said a woman’s voice

from the other side.

A man behind me laughed.

This week as I walked by

the same tofu

section

I heard a disembodied voice

from the other side say,

“I needed you,

and you have never

been there

for me once.”

“Yes, I have,”

I wanted to protest.

“Last week!”