Tuesday, November 10, 2015

GO TO SLEEP NOW

Congratulations, you're a
Georgia peach—
a fleshy accumulation of curious blushes, sunkissed
and swelling proud
to nourish and ensconce 
the secret, hardy stone—which is precious,
indubitable you.

But seriously, you're a common onion—
watery yellow 
layers, under 
layers, under layers—translucent, sour,
'til there's—
nothing there.

But actually, the most distasteful thing
is probably—how there's really
only one of you.

But really, the most delicious part—
is you're the 
only one.