john e
was born in New York and lives in California. His writing has appeared/appears/will
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john e.
light lunch
still life
indecent pear, smooth-creased
heavy bottom
firmly resting on artichoke
petal,
smeared by a skinned mango,
juicy orange
coating dull yellow, dripping
over grapes
popped into sight, brief
yet hard complete gasps
sweet both inside and out,
a velvet peach
curving perfectly, invites
my fingers
to taste the touch of its
near-phantom fuzz,
sense how incongruity can
arouse,
down in places where a delicacy
is made
from skin, flesh, pit, seed,
and fruit hair; i see
strawberries waiting to
stain, their green caps
will enjoy my pinch, diverse
sweetnesses
to savor, some soft-cored,
some boldly-firm,
each - even the smallest
- splashed by mango
squeezed over the bowl:
yours a new technique.
you've split the so brazen
red slut apple,
it's propped up and waiting,
exposed to me.
must i nibble and suck her
right away,
bite and chew before her
sweetness can spoil?
you sprinkle salt. it will
be sweet a while,
and salty-sweet when eaten.
mango squeeze
over all once more. you
lick your fingers.
two dark little berries,
only the two -
i see them; my mouth waters
suddenly.
unripe banana peeled, placed
above all,
curving hard over voluptuous
bowl,
everything sticky already,
crazy
artist squeezing juicy mango,
meaning
an interactive art, for
both of us:
your aggressive drip, my
reflective licks.
but not yet. lust look a
while. work of art.
you beat fresh cream as
i watch. then we eat.
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