every day. unseen. miracles.

i ate a plum today.

i say...

i ate a plum

& while this may seem
holy unremarkable to some,
pushing my mouth through
the brief tension of it's skin,
juices coursing down my chin
i sucked the sweet from my teeth
so as not to waste any, and i am
unashamed to say the rag as well,
i used to clean my face.

i ate a plum today

& if you don't see the miracle in that,
then you have never subsisted
for weeks on rotting apples, stolen
from beneath the farmer's tree,
at night, to avoid the kiss of
rock salt on your backside
from his gun, mama mushing
them with her wooden spoon
into apple sauce to hide the spots

so let me say again...

i ate plum today

& i saved the seed,
cause this boy
can still dream

this little bit of povertry was written for Imperfect Prose.

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