I washed the tanned skin under cold water And took a bite of the large Asian pear, crunchy My mouth rounds, salivating I look at the peeled off K-star sticker on kitchen granite Amused juice gushes out of my mouth, sticky and sweet droplets settling on the precipice of chin a cliff hanger - don’t you move I swipe with the back of my hand They flatten, wet trailing knuckle tendons stubbornly I stay in my seat the napkins are out of reach and I’m unable to enjoy my pear without unease creeping in – wicked tension sugar water releasing with each subsequent chomp incisors shred molars press as I make my way to the core you smile it isn’t that deep, I say smile widens but it is
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 