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Breaking Guava |
Always I take a guava
dimple-fresh
pressure-fingers through skin
tear to the pith of it
my communion ritual
bread in its softness,
granular, rich
teeth-tear its pinkness
tongue-taste its sweetness
smoothness rounding mouth
inarticulate sensations
rippling the palate
as though this fruit
needed the pith of me
to complete
its guavaness |
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