24 juin 2007

Carol's Poem



Cherries are not my favorite fruit
but I will eat them because you say
they're good for me.
I savor each bite as my teeth
tear into the flesh
and let my tongue playfully fish out the
seed inside.
And as I pretend I actually like this,
smiling as you watch me eat
red berries that grow on trees
I am waiting for you to leave
so I can fulfill my dream
of drinking milk.

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