GRAPES - by Rob Treanor

GRAPES

by Rob Treanor

I hate things that squish.

That pop with a slime

And release with a wet crunch

And contain a wet crunch.

It’s sickly.

Just look at That.

Bugs are fine.

They’re not supposed to do That.

They do, but they’re not supposed to.

They’re supposed to live, uncrushed.

Bugs, though plenty, don’t want That.

Most fruits are fine.

They’re supposed to do That.

The seed inside is how they live on but they’re sweet and clean, an apology.

They’re un-muddled.

Fruit, clean fruit, want That.

But grapes.

Grapes are the bugs of fruit.

They’re small and abundant and pop and squish.

And worst of all, they want That.

It’s how they live on.

Stomped flat on a cafeteria floor, stuck to your shoe.

And I’m supposed to want That.