5.3.20

I don’t even cut it in slices

I bite into the watermelon

Skin first because the sweetness is worth it

I swallow the seeds hoping they grow

Juice covers my hands

Like the blood spatter of a crime scene

These violent aggressions are sticky

& beg fruit flies to come near

Gasping between bites trying to replace

Air with the lusciousness of your body

They’ve burned the fields

You are all that’s left

Your mere family ashes of the vine

But I won’t savor you

I can’t

I long to miss you

I beg for the times I will beg for you

& I can’t wait until

Waiting is all that’s left

Because everything godly

I devour & destroy

~R.K. Russell