Boy and girl live on melon and berry
mango, pear, guava
grape, and plum.
Spat from their mouths, every pit and seed
digs its own burrow
sprouts, leafs, flowers, and fruits.
And so they eat again
she, naming each syrup as it coats her tongue.
For these juices, unnamed
hungry for every growing thing
Even before that singular fruit
Tom Laichas’s recent work appears or is forthcoming in Eclectica, Convergence, Blue Unicorn, and Lotus-eater among others. His short essays can be found at Left, Write and Centaur
www.leftwritecentaur.com. He lives in Los Angeles.