Read Poem: forbidden, by Amy Kane

Forgive the glochids.
It was you that just couldn’t
resist,
Longing to
taste
the neon red,
you heard
that they tasted like strawberries and raspberries and bubble gum
all combined, and you just
wanted
to find out if it was true.
Slow stepping forward
as if the
whole thing,
Growing out of rocks and bad air
In the alley behind your house,
might startle like a stray
And bolt.
Instead,
It
Bit,
Defending against
Your long fingers, stretching,
Lifting that swinging arm up and over
Like a crane,
Maneuvering your claw hand down toward
illicit
sweetness.
Its prickly paddle palms
Warned you, saying
No
right to your face,
God’s barbed wire
Making it so simple.
Keep moving.
Do better
This time.
This is not
Your
Fruit.

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