PEACHY

Susquehanna University

I am peeling my skin off, like a peach battling with a paring knife. And putting on a new, fresh, clean peel. No one has ever seen me glow so bright— you can see the glint of a sepia sunrise in the corner of my eye, and smell the rose-scented soap rolling off of my wrists. I took a coconut-milk bath, and my hair is silken, my body is renewed. I am presenting to you the best version of me to date. Take a bite out of my shoulder, taste the smoke that I commanded while manifesting this breezy afternoon, while persuading the sun out of today’s sky. I want you to watch my fingers as they retract and extend with purpose. I want to grab your attention, with the tip of my neon-pink painted fingernail. I’ll watch you chew.