This poem is written by Kari Sonde, one of Spicy‘s Guest Contributors. Kari is a writer based in New York and presses flowers for fun.
blood is the original frank’s red hot
the original sin was nothing but hunger
using or being used?
consumption of an apple doesn’t shorten the digestive tract
nor does it prove humanity in its shame
poor weighted fruit
peaches grow right on the branch
snuggled and soft
its childish rosy being [nestled]
carries through processing and
onto taste buds
therefore tongues whip peach back out
into something sweeter and loved
i didn’t know until last weekend
that peach fuzz is splinters that
prickle my lips
Image courtesy of Nikki Freyermuth
This poem is written by Kari Sonde, one of Spicy‘s Guest Contributors. Kari is a writer based in New York and presses flowers for fun.
blood is the original frank’s red hot
the original sin was nothing but hunger
using or being used?
consumption of an apple doesn’t shorten the digestive tract
nor does it prove humanity in its shame
poor weighted fruit
peaches grow right on the branch
snuggled and soft
its childish rosy being [nestled]
carries through processing and
onto taste buds
therefore tongues whip peach back out
into something sweeter and loved
i didn’t know until last weekend
that peach fuzz is splinters that
prickle my lips
Image courtesy of Nikki Freyermuth