“Fruit can wait” by Sasha in her bed


Friday December 2, 2016
11:22pm
5 minutes
From a text

I listen to music louder now
and pick pomegranate seeds out of their
cozy wombs in the morning before I
turn on my phone and see anything
outside the walls of our belonging.

I worry less about saving
what’s best for last
Because all we have is now and
even water is tarnished and breakable
and able to be colonized.

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“Fruit can wait” by Sasha in her bed