opposed to it, but then you'll know
sticky chins, tart flesh, and also
poisonous seeds.
The tree grows from this small evil
but if you consume too much of what
hasn't yet sprouted, you can't live.
I'd recommend the pomegranate, though you'll stain
your fingers with the crimson juice of memory. This time
it's not about exile but bondage, the obligation to return
to the same dark places.
As an alternative, you could go for the tangerine,
lemon, lime. But even blueberries have cosmological
implications, and you have to avoid scurvy somehow.
Although caution is advisable I must say
I'm not a picky eater, myself: I take life
by the teeth, whole, and swallow.
You cannot mistake my silhouette: I am full
of honesty.