Banana
Inside the browned and mottled skin,
the banana’s creamy-white with the merest
hint of haematoma. The taste is still delight:
thick liquid in solid state; that neatly
round, boomerang shape, fitting the hand,
redolent of bawdiness; the skin so easily
squished beneath blank-faced comedians’
feet slipping in the street, slipping and
toppling in silent movie humour.
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