On an overcast Friday afternoon, later it began raining,
I sought refuge in a supermarket.
Walking around I noticed a spy camera mounted on the wall,
its lens detached it self and began hovering above my head.
I put my right hand nonchalant in its pocket
trying to ignore the intrusive eye.
Suddenly the hand grew into a sugar melon and got stuck.
A wave of panic, walked over to where they sell bread knives
and thought of cutting the pocket open,
but by now a store detective followed me.
To look really innocent
I made the mistake of putting my left hand in its pocket
and five fingers turned into huge bananas.
Now I was really stuck and helpless.
Blinded by terror I collided with a trolley, fell
and hit my head on a shelf full of cat food.
At the hospital the surgeon had cut the melon in half and was eating it,
a nurse had peeled the bananas, diced them
and made a fruit salad, which she shared with an intern
and by the loving way she spoon-fed him,
I knew that they were having an affair.
She was kind enough to offer me some.
No thanks, I wasn’t feeling very hungry,
but I asked them to remove the lens
which had glued it self to my forehead.