A RIPE CONVICTION by Jordan Ashton Gass-Poore
Soiled and used
Such is the life of a blackberry
It comes into this world
Wild
And free
But packaged
In a clear container
For all to see
It is $3.95
Bruised into chaos
The seeds crunch
Down into the indentions
Of your molars and speckle
Your teeth
You rip the skin
Allowing the juice to slide
Down your throat and into your belly
Swallow deep
Its flavor
Its life
Stains your lips and fingers
A sweet reminder of where you touched
Creeping into your very essence
Your sweat and spit
Comingled with the fruit
Liquid mixed together
For one delicious moment
The fragrance is intoxicating
What it is to be but a thing
That lives only to satisfy man’s hunger
Its soul purpose
to be devoured by the senses
For a time it ripens
Spotting on the cotton liner
Spatter
Quick
A drop
It permeates in the fibers
Destroying what was meant
To be destroyed
//ww
Such is the life of a blackberry
It comes into this world
Wild
And free
But packaged
In a clear container
For all to see
It is $3.95
Bruised into chaos
The seeds crunch
Down into the indentions
Of your molars and speckle
Your teeth
You rip the skin
Allowing the juice to slide
Down your throat and into your belly
Swallow deep
Its flavor
Its life
Stains your lips and fingers
A sweet reminder of where you touched
Creeping into your very essence
Your sweat and spit
Comingled with the fruit
Liquid mixed together
For one delicious moment
The fragrance is intoxicating
What it is to be but a thing
That lives only to satisfy man’s hunger
Its soul purpose
to be devoured by the senses
For a time it ripens
Spotting on the cotton liner
Spatter
Quick
A drop
It permeates in the fibers
Destroying what was meant
To be destroyed
//ww