I am every piece of fruit
In this miserable bowl
Etched out with a hot knife
Pitted cherries that bleed onto shattered apples
Tart lemons that cry onto unripened cantaloupes
Naked bananas that brown, so exposed
Someone took my plans
And diced them into confetti
They have taken my peels and core
I am every piece
Of a bittersweet mess
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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