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Crushed Peaches In Palm
Paige Keller
This poem was first featured in Mad Persona Magazine
I am gathering my memories like peaches,
plucking each from the most recluse of branches,
filling up my baskets,
my bruised knees - purple and blue
Contrast these pristine fruits,
bright and sweet.
When I have climbed to the top of the very
last tree where that very last fruit lay,
when my baskets are full,
my evasive past – I will consume
I will desolate the pristine fruit,
swallow its pits whole.
Until I am filled to no measure, until peach
pits weigh me down, until they take root
inside of me and grow w i l d l y.
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