Fruit

[mariness]

In marked contrast to the last few poems, this is not a serious poem in any way, although based on a real life experience/thought, but it amused me. Here you go:

FRUIT

Her white coat shines
in the cold lamps,
the glow of the screens.
Click click
on the keyboard
tap tap on the mouse.

Refined sugars, bad.
Vegetables, good.
And fruit, fruit.
Ah, fruit.

Here. Nibble on this.
Taste the fruit,
the fresh fresh seeds.

The succulent fruit.

And forget – oh forget –
those refined sugars,
those cookies and cakes,
ice cream and candies,
sugared castles and
honeyed sweets,
decadent desserts,
and rich syrups
forget, forget.

Remember the fruit.
Oh, that succulent fruit.

And try to forget that
just a few seeds of fruit,
the tiniest nibble,
the barest taste,
was enough to condemn
a woman to spend
at least a few months
of each year
in hell.