Superlative

When a friend is one
you've called "best"
for so many years,

the door slam
then becomes
something like a thumb and forefinger
squeezing a ripe,
juicy grape
until all that's left is
skin,
guts exposed and ripped,
translucent,

empty.

 

1998-2000 linda lee tritton


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