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Crushed Peaches In Palm

Paige Keller

This poem was first featured in Mad Persona Magazine

I am gathering my memories like peaches,

plucking each from the most recluse of branches,

filling up my baskets,

my bruised knees - purple and blue

Contrast these pristine fruits,

bright and sweet.

When I have climbed to the top of the very

last tree where that very last fruit lay,

when my baskets are full,

my evasive past – I will consume

I will desolate the pristine fruit,

swallow its pits whole.

Until I am filled to no measure, until peach

pits weigh me down, until they take root

inside of me and grow w i l d l y.

More from Paige Keller ↓

• Her website: pkfictions.com
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• @pkfictions on Substack

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