A Fruit Apologizes for Its Ripeness....

     Am a pomegranate, sliced in half,each seed exposed and ready to be plucked.When your fingers come prying at the rindI pray to god my insides don’t go leaking out.Sorry for spilling my guts on the table.Sorry for giving up so much of myself.You just wanted a quick look at my anatomybefore I molded, it’s fine, I understand.I don’t know how to hold anything in.Barriers make no sense to me –I seep through them like condensation,like rain on a windowdying to get in where it’s warm.I am organic matter; what I lack in metal and structureI make up for with blood and bones –too human to mimic a skeleton,too fluid to imitate something still.And maybe I’ve been exposed to you for too long –exposed like fruit to oxygen,exposed like mummified skin.If that’s the case, I’m sorry for rotting,and I’m sorry for bringing the flies in.o

THE EyES OF A LITTLE GOD...

 
 Am Plath’s terrible fish, darting betweenthe four points of her bathroom mirror.I exist only when she is looking at me.She plunges her hands into my silver poolhypnotized with the glitter in my scalesand I slip between her fingers, wetand slick as a sheet of glass.This is our waltz, oursacred morning ritual.If you ask me what it means to be caged,I’ll tell you the dimensions of the tankin a poet’s gaze, how there is barely room to move,barely room to flex your fins.Pupils are no depths for swimming in,but I can't be blamed for trying.I only exist when she is looking at me –but she thinks she is looking into her own heart.I haven’t the heart to tell herthat a mirror is no place for a fish,no place for a piece of your soul.I want to tell her to reel herself inbecause I know too much to everbite onto her hook.I know about pills and I know about ovens,I know about mermaids and bell jars.There will not be enough oxygen to go around,not for your lungs, not for my gills,we will wheeze and gasp for the same thing.We will suffocate – she in her jar,me on my back, flopping,slapping the mirror with my body.I will die alongside my creator.I will shudder and still, she will curlinto herself like a crushed spider,I on my side of the glass,she on hers.