Fruit of Withdrawal by Diane LeBlanc

I’ve kept it too long

in a colander balanced against

a banana curve of joy,


afraid to taste its skin

and reach a stone even rain can’t dissolve

into a scatter of moons,


afraid it holds no seed of mercy

to be placed in my mouth

when I’m buried, no means


to reclaim grace like Adam whose tongue shot forth

from seeds of the forbidden fruit

a cypress, a cedar, an olive,


afraid I no longer believe

the last thing rooting in my mouth should be

a tree thirsting for tears.

Categories: Issue 2 - Spring 2012, Periodicals, Poetry | Tags: | Leave a comment

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