I snapped the stem
turned the dark weighty fruit
aloft in the sun then looked forward
The skin gave with mild pop
its puncture oozing over gum and teeth
the flesh of it coming apart
along my tongue in juice and string
a loose body's deceptive flavor
sweetening with each successive bite
until in moments, a minute perhaps,
nothing remained
save hunger - newborn and empty
I held the cold and purple pit in my palm
a small wrinkled brain that held the knowledge of
all things evil
all things good
2 comments:
I have really enjoyed the last couple poems. I hope this is part of a summer series. Could there be a live reading in the cards??
No readings my friend! But I will see if I can get a few more up this summer. :) Thanks for the encoouragement.
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