i peeled a boat today -
thought it was papaya but the knife would not
slip as a prow through water flipped i felt i was peeling
bubblegum instead already chewed i was
confused the knife i used was so unfriendly
hot as steel too hot for me and no rain on my
papaya no rain at all i removed a thousand little
eyes (scrape spoon scrape) softly softly i missed
nor messed even one of those - that blind boat
like mild sweet fruit and then i hosed it icy cold
fingers sliding up and down but knife so fickle
my papaya boat it did so float along the moat
i could see noah was looking hard i did not care
i would eat my boat i peeled today
and i would not share
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me