When all the drowsy metaphors
about women and fruit
have been peeled
and devoured;
there’s just you, me
a bowl full of summer peaches,
two parentheses
with nothing in between
(just space)
for the tongue’s imagination
– Chaia Heller, ‘After Language’
#poetryisnecessary
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