If I were a fruit
I would be a kiwi
which is odd
because I don't
like kiwi really.
Not much to look
at on the outside
kinda rough
often dirty
not smooth
like apples
or the velvet
of peaches
bristly
organic
raw
Inside I am
spring green
eternally
sweet
kissing close to
the place of
sugary too much
then pulling back
slightly.
Taste me
then go
Find seeds of me
later wedged
between your teeth
and wonder.
radiant starbursts revealed
with every pass
of the knife
constellation upon
constellation of me
the cosmos entire
Cut me open
you will see.
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