The children have placed our eggplants
Beneath their shirts, purple boobs.
Earlier, daughter was pregnant
With a honeydew.
You wondered, why not a balloon?
Can’t pop this, she said, plus it has seeds.
Tonight I carve her child-melon
Into ridiculous grins, seeds
Like teeth, spill out in such a hurry.
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Love this, Jess.
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09/29/14 10:10am
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