MUSED Literary Magazine.


Cynthia Pitman

You want to peel back my skin
and get to that soft mush inside
so you can sate your sweet-tooth
that will never get enough
to be satisfied.
But Iím not ripe.
Your gluttonous lust
picked me out of the crowd too early.
I am hard.
I am bitter-green.
I will leave a sour taste
in your mouth
long after I survive.
Just try me.