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Feb 2021
I’d pair him
with my knife,
cutting back his thick skin.
And slicing him, rolling

my blade over the worm
holes, into a bowl
removing his seeds. Now
seeing his core, tossing him

him in the blender.
Pulverize him till he
was tender. Make him
into a sauce. Add cinnamon

and sugar to sweeten it. And I’d
take a spoon to eaten it!  Or a straw
to swallow the pumped up
marrow.

And so, I can’t say
all was not lost!
sandra wyllie
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