Mar 18, 2010

Poem: Rotten Avocados


the avocados were not yet ripe when I bought them.
but i found them ensconsed in their own avocado skin, black as printed words;

and I remember the faint smell of hunger I had when purchasing them,

thinking they would be ripe and plump to eat.

© 2010 Greig Roselli

image credit: Wikimedia

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