“picked and consumed” by Sasha at her kitchen table

Sunday November 29, 2015
5 minutes
From the Wikipedia article on jalapeños

She picks me like a trophy
standing on the other side of the field out of
arm’s length.

I tell the children to stop laughing but
they are in a wash of tie die pastel here and
now gone too quick.

Polly paints her room green like the grass
first picked a daisy with all the petals still intact.

We pick raspberries
Polly and me
on the way to the tournament and she asks me how I’ve gotten
so fat.

I beg my mother not to put capers in the
potato salad
She snaps my training bra like it’s a tenderness.