Tonight after work I will go to a picnic table in a garden and drink beer and watch the sunlight finish out.
The garden will open out onto the beach,
the beach out onto the ocean.
And pretty soon,
It will all open out onto the darkness
as the heat backs away.
And if it is hard,
it is hard in the way that a mango is hard at first and then later is soft.
I saw a boy and girl sharing a mango on a moped yesterday-
Neither were wearing shoes and-
They were you know,
you could tell,
because they were passing the fruit back and forth.
bite for bite,
not the boy eating half, and then the girl.
And when only the pit was left,
the girl stuck it whole in her mouth laughing
pulled it back out again and passed it to the boy.
He tossed it into the grass.
I thought about picking it up,
the pit that is,
just to see if maybe,
something had been left.
It was a silly thought though,
It was clearly gone.
Also, that’d be gross.
