Poetry by Sheryl Bize-Boutte

Not As Sweet

This one is not as sweet

As the one before it

I was taken in by its good looks

The rich green color

The dark and perfect striping

I thumped it

Sniffed it

Weighed it in my hand

And then I took it home

With the first cut

The signs of heartbreak were there

Thick, tough and resistant to my instruments

It fought the quartering

Railed against separation from the rind

Exacted revenge by making me the fool

Tissue paper flesh should be discarded

But I am hungrily devoted

To the bland watery chunks

Tasteless and diluted as they may be

To partake is to be the same

Fighting the seduction of inviting aroma

And the whispers that outside pretty

Means the inside is just as

Because you know when they get together

They don’t always tell the truth

This one is not as sweet

As the one before it

And even knowing that

I sprinkle the sugar

And devour it anyway

Copyright © 2017 by Sheryl J. Bize-Boutte