theories on fruit picking by Huyen Hac Helen Tran

theories on fruit picking by Huyen Hac Helen Tran

theories on fruit picking

I have some theories about fruit picking I would like to run by you.

I apologise if they seem trite, or odd

if the truth I’ve found in them is already obvious.

I will try my best to be succinct—

not take too much of your time.

As time is important and I understand.

Theory one.

When tapping watermelons at the supermarket

it is best not to press your ear against the skin.

This is to avoid hearing echoes,

as hollowness appears imminent

when one is too close.

Theory two.

Apple skins without fail

will taste bitter every single time.

All that comes to mind is Eve,

naked and unknowingly

sitting for punishment. Instead,

the mouth fills itself with air. The hand,

suddenly lighter carries only the skin folded in

on its limpid self.

Theory three.

There is an order

to placing blemished fruit in a basket—

to remark on how indents,

the softness of them,

the curve and the splotches

come to hold steady for when I bite

and those yellowing teeth of mine f

eel the slush, and break

what was never supposed to be there.

A conjecture would be:

If I went to confessional, and in that enclosed stall told

of the time I dropped a watermelon at the store

it would help. If I told of how the

light crimson flesh splayed itself across the floor

Of how I then stamped on a mound and

with each punctured crack,

watched the juice ooze out

from beneath my shoe.

A pulverised sea carrying proof

that all fruit is just flesh

existing to be consumed.

Perhaps if I spoke of how I left the watermelon there,

walked the long way home

then masturbated as soon as I got into bed

all the while thinking

of the sticky underside of my shoe,

it would help.

And lastly a hunch.

Under fluorescent lights

fruit omits

no scent,

no sweetness,

no ripeness.

 

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