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Click hereGrandmom could peel an apple
in one long thread. I’d watch
the knife flash, turning circles
until the peel dropped
in a perfect coil. Sometimes
with a Macoun or Sweet Delicious,
you taste a whole orchard
in that pale flesh.
I have a plastic hook
for oranges to undress them,
segment by segment, peel
and pith until you pull them
back, part the pieces,
savor the gently tart section
eaten from the top.
Cantaloupe is best scooped
into submission, musk or watermelon
slice pressed between lips and teeth,
so the juice runs back
over your tongue, your throat,
intense like summer. Mama said
don’t swallow the seeds,
or it'll grow in your belly,
and I thought pregnant women
must carry little melons, having
swallowed not spit.
Strawberries are like bitten mouths,
but bananas are just an embarrassment
with the wrong person. I get
self-conscious about my silly
inner thoughts. What if someone
saw right into my head, saw me
thinking about really trying
to make you sweat?
You know I dig your stuff. This is one of your best yet, and I don't say that easily. Major kudos, especially for the following lines:
Cantaloupe is best scooped
into submission, musk or watermelon
slice pressed between lips and teeth,
so the juice runs back
over your tongue, your throat,
intense like summer.
Just great stuff. Cheers.
This is just to say that this poem reminds me of the simple beauty of the William Carlos Williams poem that confesses to eating the plums in the icebox that were "so cold and so delicious." The opening invocation of "Grandmom" makes the eroticism of the poem more intense, as it sets it off against something so seemily innocent (but suffused with a loving remembrance). What made the poem special for me as a poem were the perfect places where the lines were broken: the lines were smoothly linked chains, or something like a single peel of an orange, curving around but all of one piece. I'm still not sure why strawberries are "bitten mouths" and the word "sweat" was a little jarring to my sensibility as the poem was so sensual and erotic and "sweat" just suggests fucking. Try "juice" as a substitute for "sweat."
give a copy of this to my daughter, for when she needs to teach her child how to eat fruit. You can make poetic the clink of a fork on the floor, couldnt you?
enjoyed this one very much:)