Rounding Down
ripe with spoons of tissue colored webs,
arteries curling into themselves. when can i subtract myself
like math, shed my rind in binary code
or the canceled parts of a equation?
guess i was never good at math,
nor keeping my utensils.
berries are easy, grapes are optimal,
they can be lifted by your grids
effortlessly, metal
digging into the ripest fractions of their skin.
i am simply a massive, graceless lump
of fructose, sweating into your limbs
as you hoist me up,
tearing as cloy blood leaks through your netted arms.
some days i feel my cardiac system
is swollen from the juices of everyday life
so frail and melancholic that it will fail even me,
and I will evaluate to a regular, statistical melon
on a refrigerated, Trader Joe’s isle.
other days i yearn to be a currant,
hard and delicious,
able to be enveloped by the smallest hand
unwrapped on a sultry summer day.
but i am gigantic, colossal,
clumsily fitting into your outstretched limbs,
carried on with the promises of a succulent bite
until you give me up to be carried by someone else again.