stone fruit

i came into season with the stone fruit 

swelling with the shortening of days

we lay under branches bent overwhelmed and heavy

mouths open to swallow whole what fell

still hungry, you tore your fingers into me

and i burst, too close to rotten to be sweet

or worth-your-while

i came into season late this year

so you spat me out

but sucked the pit till it was clean

not one speck of me remaining