Honey Crisp
By
Jennifer Karp
Honey Crisp
By
Jennifer Karp
I am gladly an assassin
as my teeth puncture
its juicy flesh
the seeds at its core
a last defense
but not enough
It smells wet
bleeds sweet sunwater
on my tongue
it is all mine
stem to center
and lives again in
my fat contented belly
You took a few when you left
I’d hoped you’d take the Granny Smiths