Cathexis Northwest Press

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Looking for a Puddle

You spit the pomegranate

arils out:                                                     (how they are lucky)

rose pile of pulp

spotted beige.

 

I find it disgusting

you      disgust me

it’s nature’s candy                or pills

and we have had enough of both        (but how could you not wish for more?)

 

                                       a mouthful

contains fourteen grams of sugar

as much as two Original 

Brand grape popsicles

           (not counting the lavender pool

            of slush and sweat that drips down 

            your damp stubble)

                                                                     oblong   hard     tinted white with freezer burn

 

I would have been invigorated

watching you chew

you           with a grease stain on your tank top              (I am always on top)

you           with an apathetic glaze                                      (it has spread onto mine; I wear 

                                                                                                   contacts now)

a genius, mumbled on an exhale

                                                                             where did you spit them out?

Sara Karim is originally from Astana, Kazakhstan, and currently a psychology student at Southern New Hampshire University.