Prompt–Tuesday, September 13
Choose a recent sensory experience that was new for you, or think of one that really grabbed your attention. I gutted a pumpkin last night for its seeds and puree. Here is a poem for you.
Not what I expected. Pies are smooth and spicy in a way that brings falling leaves inside. Your insides are stringy. On the autopsy counter your pulp, seeds and flesh are guarded by skin’s armor, defeated by the knife. Laid open for all to see, you still give generously of your heart’s treasures.
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