I pull my damp,
faded jean's jacket
out of the machine.
Something clatters.
Oh good, a dime.
No. A cherry seed.
Now you're going to tell me
that cherry have pits, right?
But "pit" is such a dismal little word.
And this shiny clean trophy sports
a history of petty thievery,
committed in the local grocery store.
A big yellow cherry with a pink blush.
Just one, chewed boldly. Its hard center
hidden in my pocket.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:48 PM UTC
I pull my damp,
faded jean's jacket
out of the machine.
Something clatters.
Oh good, a dime.
No. A cherry seed.
Now you're going to tell me
that cherry have pits, right?
But "pit" is such a dismal little word.
And this shiny clean trophy sports
a history of petty thievery,
committed in the local grocery store.
A big yellow cherry with a pink blush.
Just one, chewed boldly. Its hard center
hidden in my pocket.
