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.
Toyb ben Uilliam (they/them) is a botanist and union organizer from the American Northeast. They can be found tending to their plants or writing on their down time.