Poetry

Guava

guava
tiny little watermelon-lime
wrinkly light green old woman skin
ruddy pink flesh with off-white seeds
guava
i don’t know what you taste like
i’ve only ever smelled you as a candy
and found you on Images two minutes ago
guava
from the point of view of a brief witness
all i can say for now is that you’re all right
i’m too far from south america to try you out myself.

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