There was a meeting. They had an agenda.

It was time to talk about loving a man

in the supermarket, how that might

affect sales of imported candy

and levels of light in the produce.

It was the best meeting they’d ever had.

Everyone wanted it to last forever, like

it had seemed April was going to last year

or was it the year before that. People

at the meeting had a lot in common.

Not only were they all employed by

the same company, but also most of them

drove to the meeting in a car, sometimes

the same car, so there was barely

a meter between them. They could all vote

and they could all hold forth on the beauty and danger

of poisonous berries. It was a perfect meeting.

They each had one blue eye and two green ones.