Poetry

Foreboding Fruit

(poem)

so pretty are these
languishing delicious treasures
glowing in the midnight
of my secret cave
words sashaying around
like working girls
on a busy corner
trying to get my attention
batting their eyelashes
why is it always
the drippy heavy lonely ones
like desolation and darkness
that draw me in
why can’t I be attracted to words
like ebullient and illumination?

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