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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.

Posted 09/14/14
Originally published in Vol.9 No. 3 of 42opus
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