Don't be polite--How to eat a poem by Eve Merriam
Bite in
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are
You do not need a knife or fork or spoon or plate or napkin or tablecloth
For there is no core
Or stem
Or rind
Or pit
Or seed
Or skin
To throw away
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