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The Unsheathed

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 29, 2024| 5 Comments »

Like skinning a peach,
I sometimes want to peel back
the masks of the world and myself
to uncover in each other what is
naked and glistening—
an essential sweetness
that can no longer be contained.

If it is wrong to wish this, I wish
it anyway, wish to meet each other
defenseless, with softness,
so moved by proof of how easily
our flesh is bruised, reminded
how tender with each other we must be.

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Freezing the Peaches

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , on August 27, 2024| Leave a Comment »


 
 
For hours today, I hold
the sweet weight
of ripe peaches
in my palm, and
with the other hand,
I slice into the fruit,
the golden juice streaming
between my fingers,
sticky, delicious,
before I drop the slices
into the bags for the freezer.
What is it in the body
that knows to gather
what is ripe and preserve it
for a time in the future
when the world is barren?
I have tried to do this
with love. Sometimes,
midwinter, I pull out
a memory. I swear
sometimes it’s even
sweeter, but sometimes
it leaves me
ravenous.

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In a Kitchen Far Away

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , on September 3, 2016| 1 Comment »

 

for R

 

 

She skins the peaches

to freeze them

before they rot,

her hands moving over

the fruits that have already

sunk into themselves

and bloomed black.

There is such a thing

as too late.

Her own ending

implied by the blood test,

a dark bloom inside her.

Still, there is so much

sweetness to save.

Her hands glisten with it.

 

 

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