Inspired by First Fruit
Inspired by First Fruit
We’ve carved ourselves a place
like heat held close to the chest
I imagine revenge as cruel as
the first day of spring
and the remnants you left behind
We snag each other,
acrylic nails in hosiery
clear polish
and the memories of a time before
when everything was undiscovered
I want to unlearn you
I want to imagine the shedding of our protective callouses
I want to re-create us in the image of myths and fairy tale villains
who were never afraid to say what they wanted
Here’s my offering
this imagining
this table
this tequila, mesquite
the desert we’ll never view
another possibility undone
I arrive with my skin, shiny and newly grown
I’d ask you to be gentle, but I don’t expect much
I’d ask you to touch me. Go ahead.
Show me how you imagine our eventuality.