dont trust boys who eat peaches.

before you make the mistake of falling in love with a boy ask him
what his favorite fruit is-- my rapist ate peaches-- blush bruise--
tore all of us out like pits because boys dont take one of anything--
knot up our fists like apples--punch the flowers out of trees-- 
grabbed my ass like a cantaloupe-- honey dew these thighs like the
guava girl-body you were meant to be-- pucker up papaya mouth
-- this is what we were meant for-- watermelon heads of mine-- seed ridden and 
broke open in the back seat of someone else's Oldsmobile that 
i nicked-named god-- my brains have white seeds and we spit out
yours all black--
dont trust boys who eat peaches--i was the pit and so were you
and what did we girl-bodies expect from a campfire or a backseat?--
why didn't anyone teach us not to chew the seeds when we're nervous
--we would all come to grow watermelon vine from our mouths-- sprawled
out and cubed for the fruit salad-- eye of grape-- cheek bones
flushed as strawberry halves-- hair tuft of leaf on my thighs--
dont kiss boys who lick the fire off marshmallows-- 
they're only practicing for what they want to
do to our necks-- twist stem on a park bench-- an underwear waist band
my rapist fed me pizza skin-- cheese pealed off
the tomatoe pie-- we bubbled scabbed underneath-- swallow pepper
flake in a flame-- drink root beer from a concrete step and remember
that you told him you loved him-- because we have all loved our rapists 
or thought we loved our rapists and they weren't ALL bad were they?
they knew what good fruit was like and just took their fair share--
planted seeds in their pockets to leave up no where else to grow but 
in their pants-- laughed because sick girls grew roots so easy--
eat the skin off pizza if you make them-- bent over 
a hole in the back yard where they're trying to throw up enough 
of your peach pits to plant a new tree-- reach branches to
a windowsill from which to pick our own peaches-- we dont want
to love the boys whose pockets we live in-- but who can blame
a girl-body for the skin of a peach grazed against her cheek--
he knows how to spell rape close enough to love to keep
her planting chewed pit after chewed pit into his jean pockets--
were you a watermelon? an apple? 
should we trust him if he ate apples-- green skin or gold?--
or punch like the fist of a red delicious? broke open
seeds in teeth-- pits in teeth-- 
apple is just another way of saying peach
and love can be another word for rapist 
and rapist can be another word for i lonely
or concrete step-- or root beer cap roasted from 
a camp fire or that back seat of someone else's Oldsmobile.