By Karla Linn Merrifield
In ready fruit, fruition:
warm, plump
as nipples
to finger,
to thumb,
to palm,
to tongue,
once nimbly popped
in open mouth —
one tender nibble—
plush the explosion.
I swallow blueberries whole
because I was as I was.
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