by Meg Eden

Published in Issue No. 178 ~ March, 2012

smell,

the sweat

of how you

bought

a slice from

the market

woman

and brought

it in the

car, how

 

we couldn’t

roll down

the windows

but had to go

to church

in july

 

with the king-

of-fruit heat

pressing

against us,

uncontained

 

like a man

breathing

his armpits

into your

mouth.

salmon eggs

 

taste like salted

butter, only

sweeter, the consumption

of concentrated

innocence, if you look

hard enough, you see the speck

of orange inside the orange, the fetus

not yet formed, only

imagined, the taste of infant

tongue, the taste

of something not yet

completed.

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Meg Eden has been published in various magazines and anthologies, including Rock & Sling, The Science Creative Quarterly, anderbo, Gloom Cupboard, and Crucible. Her chapbook The Girl Who Came Back was given first honorable mention of NFSPS’s University level Poetry award. Her collection Rotary Phones and Facebook is to be released in June 2012 by Dancing Girl Press.