Peel Apart
more hours to go and the sun is betraying our sense of time / what a long weekend and all we have to show for it are our sunken words / how swollen our voice sounds when we speak / already know we’ll be sleeping for days / passing around the dried papaya, a second favorite dessert after / a guessing game / a single bruised pomegranate rolling around the leather seat / looking out the slick window after a hard long downpour, so much, looking like slow nectar /
