Fresh Fruit

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Passing the church kitchen

The smell of fruit

Sticky and sweet

 

My grandmother and great aunts

Chop melons and pineapples with

The force of lumberjacks

 

It is silent but for the sound

Of knives and arm fat jiggling

These no nonsense women

 

They cannot afford the sin of gossip

No brush of affection as I pass

No indulgent pop of ripe melon into their mouth

 

Fruit is efficiently scooped into Dixie cups

Stabbed with a plastic fork

Despite all this, it tastes like love to me