CLAUDIA JARDINE
Stone Fruit
they tumble down the bank at two different speeds yet still in duet, comically
flushed and buxom against the backdrop of waifs playing heroines written by a
playwright who was definitely more of an ass man, a poet could be more specific,
remembering something someone said in a writing class about ‘geraniums’ not
‘flowers’ etcetera but I forget to note the genus of the fruit because you are
swinging a leg from nowhere to intercept them like a goblin shark revealing the
true extent of its protrusible upper jaw oh this is why I made myself late, I am
thinking about asking if you would like to go swimming