[Another of L.E. Leone's Dating Poems - enjoy!]
JOE
No, I didn’t like the way
you touched my face,
first date, at the counter and
without tenderness. More like
testing
a piece of fruit.
I’m sweet I’m soft
I’m bruised I’m ripe
I’m hard I’m furry
sticky crunchy juicy,
I have a hole in me
from another piece’s
stem, the sticker will
be hard to peel if you
wash me first, and
there might be a worm
in there. True, I’m
nutty buttery bananas
to your waffle, Joe,
but I ain’t fruit,
fuck you.
L.E. Leone
© 2010