Revised piece– two pieces into one
New Flavors
Sometimes I stood between avocados and lemons
and wondered, which skin is more forgiving?
I placed
my hands among your green skins, loved
the bump-bump-bump of hide,
the swell and give of you.
I thought often of your green flesh
and the secret heart which
sleeps within you.
Often I rested my hands there
and fell into brightness.
Outside the grocery store,
someone is waiting—
what does the waiting taste like?

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