August is a pear
heavy in the hand with sweetness
and warmth
Taut skin holding back luscious flesh
Don't set it down again
No- I don't care why
When you come back, the sweetness will be sickly
and the warmth gone to rot
Eat it now-
Standing over the sink
the juice running through your fingers and
down your chin onto your good shirt
Eat it now-
August is ripe!
-Teege
