“Fruit” by Michelle Benningfield

Always a gamble;
can’t predict if it will be sweet or bitter,
if the pulp will be mealy or hard.

Most do their best
to cut around blemishes, bruises,
hoping to salvage something,
imagining the flesh around scars will be
perfect, sweet;
others pout, fret,
grumble about their luck;
a few dare to throw it away
as if they’re able to start all over again;
while some take it as it is,
imperfections and all.

-Michelle Benningfield

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