Appetites

Poem by Marissa Glover


I did not want the plum
until I saw her eating it.

Close enough to hear the muted breaking
of its skin as her teeth punctured
the tender flesh,

my mouth aches
for the sweet tang her mouth now tastes —

Even though after one bite,
I’d ache to spit it out.

MARISSA GLOVER is a teacher and writer who shares her thoughts more than necessary, which she considers a form of charitable giving. If it counted as a tax deduction, she’d be rich. Her work has appeared in Stoneboat Literary Journal, After the Pause, Barren Magazine, and Gyroscope Review, among others. Follow her on Twitter.