DIG A PEACH TREE If I shimmied up a peach tree on a sunny afternoon to pluck the ripest, softest fruit with care, then slide back down
your eyes would shine as I offered it. Your grinning teeth would sink in it. As sticky fruit juice dribbled down your slurping lips and chin, you'd think: How beautiful this bright peach is! How sweet, & round, & pink!
I shovel my sharp hand down in the ground, in dirt and worms, and grip around the roots of such a summer tree. With all my heart I pull it free and offer it to thee, and you say: Yuck. Pooey. Eeyoo. Ick.
Get away with that garbage! Throw it right down in the trash! I don't want to get dirty!

a few linX, phrases, and the odd, malleable editiorial
etching . silkscreen . linocut
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