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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

love in the time of summer salad

she stands
pearl draped venus
of the suburbs
amidst the fruits
of a retail giant’s
produce section

cheeks flushed
a hot flash coring deep
through her brain
all the way to her
fig leaf
by victoria’s secret

thinking people should eat
more green leafy things

as the fingers of her left hand
leave bruises
squeezing
a ripe honeydew melon
too firmly

seeking to penetrate
suck out seeds
pondering
how satisfying spitting can be

awash with thoughts
of biting its flesh
her tongue
forcing itself
through wetness

a wicked smile
weighs wide
on the scale

she notices

the shifty eyed soccer moms
and fidgety stock boys

seem to know
what she is thinking

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