Barbwire Fruit Basket

By Callie Lehman

Wrapped in dimpled flesh,
Oozing treacly goodness.
Stains my fingernails.

Pesky strings, leave me!
Ripening sloshes the nose.
Ring…ring…ring…Yellow?

Wafts honeyed syrup,
Mocking Pablo Picasso.
Sunset in my palm.

Fall’s luminescence.
Speckled with impurities.
Crunchy masticate.

Seven-dollar day.
Decades of exploitation.
I ingest my grief.

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