slice that skin real deep, it doesn't hurt.
the sun cauterizes the wound and sweetens it
so the first bite doesn't taste like the dark in a crate.
all the way through, and the musty feel
of gas fumes and truck tires gets gone with the sweep:
metal through slick, ripe flesh.
seeds on the outside, sugar on the inside. each
slice is a new taste. summer is close, simmers on the wind.