The Peaches

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Jericho Brown - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

The Peaches

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I choose these two, bruised— Maybe too ripe to take, fondling Them as I toss them each Into my cart, the smaller With its stem somewhat Intact—because they remind me Of the girls who won't be girls Much longer, both sealed And secured like a monarch's Treasure in a basement below The basement of the house I inherited. I've worked hard and want To bring them something sweet So they know I've missed them More than anyone else. But first, I weigh the peaches, pay For them, make the short drive To my childhood Home of latches, mazes, And little locked doors. Every key Mine now, though I've hidden a few From myself. I pride myself On my gifts. I can fashion for you A place to play, and when you think It's dark there, I hand you Fruit like two swollen bulbs Of light you can hold onto, Watch your eyes brighten as you eat.

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  • Jericho Brown