WATERMELON
Posted on | May 15, 2009 | No Comments
So sweet. Every cell bursting between my teeth. Eyes closed. I can see it . Watermelon mind. Watermelon breath. I am watermelon. Life is watermelon in my watermelon moments, and life is beautiful. I open my eyes and gaze in to the flesh held up towards the window light. Watermelon glow.
I wonder about places in the world that do not have watermelons. Here- there are many. It feels like a luxury. It makes me feel rich- like a queen. The queen of watermelons.
This watermelon was bigger than my pregnant belly, and I have consumed almost all of it. Sweet water held firmly in this hard, green encasement. Slow bites. Sweetness running cool down my throat.
I am the Watermelon Queen. I have no King. My husband does not like watermelon. My whole being smiles with this fruit, and I bask in this alone…