peaches

peaches
Current mood: frustrated
friday, november 03, 2006

i sat curbside in the shade
just outisde the summer heat
attempting to throw off
the blanket of humidity
to breathe
to eat
the swollen fruit
that laid countertop for days
ripening in crisp paper bags
first bite, skin popping, tears flesh
juices lingering
on fingertips and dripping
down my chin
onto kneecaps
drawn up to chest
so i could wiggle my toes at the edge
of the cool cement sidewalk


Currently listening:
Breathe Me, Pt. 2
By Sia