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
nothing there.
But actually, the most distasteful thing
is probably—how there's really
only one of you.
But really, the most delicious part—
But really, the most delicious part—
is you're the
only one.