Photo from Black & WTF Photos:
Watermelon Shame
The way my daddy slices you open,
sharp metal sawing the rind of you.
She is asking for it, he says. Look
at the way she blushes inside, seeds
choked with juice. See how the ants
can feel her opening, the beetles, watch
them dance toward her sugary flesh.
I do not want this slaughtered
sweetness, the swelling bright
of you weighing on my jaw,
my hands, sinking into my molars.
Drink, son, let her waters run
from your lips until they turn
red. She has been waiting.
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