a dislike for honeydew
we fed the graveyard chex mix & in return
everyone went home with plastic rings.
i had a ghost for years who begged
for canteloupe. i ate it all without sharing.
saved only honeydew for him. he'd make
necklaces of the seeds. legs on the street
have been wild lately. prone to running.
a stray dog took a bite out of the sun
& burst into flames so now the days are
an hour shorter. i don't mind the green fruit.
i could eat a whole skull with just a spoon
but i'm not a little kid anymore.