The mountain stands tall, penetrating the sheets of snow that cradle our blue skies. Those same sheets glue their seed on to the mountain, covering it in security. It stands impenetrable and proud, in fear of nothing and no one. I wish I could be a mountain. Resting eternally, cold and beautiful and admired by…
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Eat Red Grapefruit With Your Hands [Poetry]
Cut it in half and half again. Eat it all now or save some for later. Use your hands. Let the succulent juice run sticky on your fingers, cheeks, lips and nose. Feel the flavorful pulp touch your tongue, fill your mouth, and slide down your throat. Peel back the thin layer separating the segments….
45 Magazine Women's Literary Journal 