by

Fruit Eater

didn’t I once take a ripe plum in my mouth
and allow the juice to dribble
from my lips
wiped it with the back of my hand
felt the map of veins
through my skin
knowing I was pulsing with life
both solid and fluid
and didn’t I once know that it would not last
that state of being
and that I shouldn’t waste the juice.

2 thoughts on “Fruit Eater”

  1. I read this as being about the planet’s finite resources. “…back of my hand / felt the map of veins / through my skin” – this is wonderfully visceral – and an action that slows you for long enough to digest the idea. This is really good. xx

    Reply

    • Thanks Kerry. That’s a great interpretation, though I wrote it about aging and using up my resources more generally! Hope all is well with you xx

      Reply

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