Peach Fuzz

Take a peach, with coarse hairs, sink your teeth,
juice will drip, a redundant fluid, marking downwards.
Let yourself, leave a gaping wound, exposing the stone,
slosh it around, stripping stray flesh, until bitterness steeps.
Fixing in place, this saccharine moment, drive your boot,

into yielding soil, and in that hole spit.