In the middle of the market I stand back to admire the plump, taut piles of fruit. The plantain bananas lay on their sides, erect. Some are clumped on the branch, others tossed abundantly into stacks that reach my height. I am so overcome at the thought of what I will to do with this prurient plantation of cock that I reach for my camera and aim-nothing but heaping piles of phallic fruit fill the frame. I’ll remember this desperate moment forever.