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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