James Nixon

The Doughnut Peach by James Nixon

The moment needed no more novelty seeing as
I had just discovered that doughnut peaches exist;
but then you proceeded to eat the peach so well!
For a stunted meal, each bite you took was significant.
I heard from friends afterwards that children all over
made the papers for dropping their necessary games
like secretly anxious bison on a knee-deep prairie.
As sensational was the awaited comet that stopped
running for its bus to sit on the edge of the atmosphere
and watch. Flies felt inclined to instigate a minute
silence and there’s talk of you having a clean-sweep at
the next awards season. If some peaches weren’t already,
they soon slumped into a doughnut shape under
the weight of the eventfulness of your snacking.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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