Today I am oatmeal, cautiously, steel-cut and steamed in milk,
your first meal after the long illness of last year, your heart a raisin plumping,
warm, drawing moisture till you are slick and bloated as a seal pup, as a tick,
falling off sweet. Today I am dates and pomegranates and coconut milk,
anything that dangles just out of reach, I am an apple
you could bite without remorse, as a matter of course,
a cup of corn kernels you pour in a pan, heat, the thrill of splitting, beetle skins flung back in your hand,
white and martyred, a hailstorm of supernovas against the tongue.
Today your hands tell you I am not an almond after all
but a true nut, hold both flesh and fruit, meat and hull,
something to shield, something to discover.
Today you vow to eat healthy and true,
today you roll over
open your eyes
and find me staring back at you.
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