Ripe
Barely past its prime, the fruit
is refused by the girl. Appreciate
the almost-perfect strawberry in
winter, I
chide.
Outside the temperatures are
deficits.
Cold is leaking in around the
windows
and the girl is so bored in her
lush skin.
At the sink I cut out all the
softest spots, bloodying
my hands with juice so she
doesn’t need
to put something imperfect into
her body.
Here I say, handing her a clean bowl
heaped with berries, each split
open
to reveal its small pink cave of
a heart.
Amy Pickworth’s book Bigfoot
for Women was released by Orange Monkey Publishing in 2014. She lives in
Providence, Rhode Island. You can find her at amypickworth.com.
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