On Buying the Sweetest Peach

Kristin Reynolds
Author: Kristin Reynolds
Word Count: 377
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On Buying the Sweetest Peach

Throwing it all away is a heavy task; one not meant to be taken lightly, and one certain to leave a bruise.

On Buying the Sweetest Peach belongs to the following groups:

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You may turn me,
squeeze me,
flick my whiteness blue
as the raven’s midnight sheen,
or brand me as red
as the winter cardinal’s image
on the backdrop
of their silent
contrast.

You may alchemize me
from who you needed me to be,
to what you may need
when your baskets
have all broken
from the weight
of your necessary
collected
stones.

You may even disregard my once coveted face:
paint on cat-green eyes as you try
to unlearn the stars from your only claimed sky;
dig them out from their god roots
with the tip
of your diminished, pocket-knife blade;
carve out new pink lips
(and new round breasts)
refusing what is left;
and throw it back into the sun that bred
this cruel, and tempestuous monstrosity
in the first fucking place!

And all in exchange
for a new prospective
summer peach –

(Sweetness will rot, there is no doubt about that. Physics will always
find its true form eventually.

But it is on the way to this rotten state where we find
the theory
to our most undermined imperfections:
the math to our meaning;
the key to our theory;
the chaos of our building core.

It is here one seeds the seeds –
the numbers to our inborn folly –
and either buries their still malleable bones in:
an unmarked, hand-dug,
middle of the night
with escaped convict’s eyes, grave
where the memory that –

Once…there were seeds!

is as gone as the space of time it took
to crush their only hope…
or let the pulp fall
and let the pit flourish -
the choice,
is nature’s muse.

Yes.

Rotten comes thick
and far too sweet.)

But honey, let me tell you this:
if you so much as even try
to bury me when my bruises start to show,
I promise you this right now -

when the earth hands me back my roots,
and the sun rekindles my pit
once more
in the land of ‘Everything Is’,
I will turn my flesh to the gray cardboard taste
of the dreaded and deceptive: never-ripened peach,
until you taste
my current state,
and finally

spit

me

out.

© Kristin Reynolds 9 7 09

  • raymondoantonio

    raymondoantonio

    THERE’S NOT A FORCE ON THIS PLANET THAT COULD BURY YOUR STRENGTH AND ENTHUSIASM KRISTIN!! X

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    awww, what a compliment! thank you!!!!!! xo

  • eon .

    eon .

    Ditto to Ray and BRAVO ” – ))

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    thank you so much!!! xo

  • Trenchtownrock

    Trenchtownrock

    WOW!!!!!.....this is amazing..pain, hurt, bitterness, all playing their music in this piece..so many incredible images..I just love the rawness of the write..brutal and honest..makes me wince..exceptional writing…

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thanks for the wow, my man. it means alot! xo

  • lianne

    lianne

    Riveting, powerful and full of raw truth and evocative images. A declaration of a woman’s determination too – masterfully executed. Your phrases cut through the bs and get to the heart of it and all the time, this incredibly meaningful metaphor is sinking its roots into our minds. Brilliant work.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    thank you so much, Lianne, i live for metaphor. :) xo

  • wigs

    wigs

    incedibly writing kristen….powerful, raw, full of emotion

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thank you wigs!!! xo

  • Christie Moses

    Christie Moses

    OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! YOu frikin rock. This is filled with power K”Sweetness will rot, there is no doubt about that. Physics will always
    find its true form eventually.” Yep…I completely love this. xoxox

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    lol thanks, hun. :) xoxo

  • ArcadiaTempest

    ArcadiaTempest

    The wrath in this is compelling….the imagery in this evokes such raw intensity… You wrote this with fingernails me thinks….XXX

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    thank you KS!!! a girl’s got to have nails. ;) xo

  • autumnwind

    autumnwind

    I sense a bit of rage. I don’t think who this is for would even get it because it boggles my mind that anyone would not love and appreciate you to the fullest for every moment of time spent with you. But the world is full of whys, and now, your journey, rekindled with light is really all that matters. and… YOU TELL EM SISTER!!!! xoxoxo

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    a bit? yeah. lol thank you so much for your lovin, Shar. xoxox it means the world.

  • bill bell

    bill bell

    How long ARE your fingernails? i would not like to find out ;), good to have you back Kristi

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    oooo, they can be as long as necessity bids, my dear. lol thanks, man. xo

  • Andrew Bailey

    Andrew Bailey

    Autumnwind is right. There is anger there but it is so well expressed and directed. Bloody brilliant, Kristin.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    I love a good old bloody brilliant, thanks, Andrew! xo

  • JRGarland

    JRGarland

    I would hate to be on the receiving end of your anger. Very well written.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    lol yeah…actually, I am only really brave in my writing; my pen screams, but mouth…not so much. :)

  • bluewhite

    bluewhite

    So very well expressed. Love the use of the peach and how it is handled to represent the speaker in this writing.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thank you so much!!! xo

  • lianne

    lianne

    Me too – Lol.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    no wonder we get along so well. ;) lol xo

  • linaji

    linaji

    Damn..Kristin.. this so Rocks!!! I read it 3 times!! Powerful and enjoyable as I loved the imagery and your to die for metaphor!! So good to have you HOME!

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Well, thank you miss, Lina-grrrrrl! I’m so happy to hear it! :) like I said, metaphor is my bitch. lol kidding, kidding, I do love her though; would die without her! and boy am I glad to be home. :) xoxoxo missed you, lady!

  • RosaCobos

    RosaCobos

    I wonder…
    if you ever could let this be read by a “someone”...ready to inflict such a transformation on your being…just for his sake…and would understand it…wholly…that would change his whole soul, as an enlightment. Yes…your words riipe along the verses, without any apparent meaning or ending…just apparency for there, underlying is a subtle sarcastic tone….and a defiant look into the eyes…of one that obviously….cannot see.
    Rosa (great, Kristin)

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    oh, yes, definatly. I give the writing willingly to those the poem is about, anytime, if they want it. but the understanding? that, is up to them. most in that state never would get it, ya know: hence the poem itself. ;) thanks, lady R! K xo

  • James Watson

    James Watson

    Wow this is sweet nectar.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Why, thank you, sweet James. :) I love that. :) K

  • warmsoul

    warmsoul

    Wow! Kristin this is powerful emotional writing. It painted images in my head.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Thank you so very much, lady. :) I’m so glad it did. :)

  • prefabric8

    prefabric8

    Liked this. Not sure about the middle section in parentheses and italics. Seemed unnecessary. Actually disturbed my reading of the poem as whole. Otherwise, brilliant.

  • Kristin Reynolds replied

    Cool. thanks for your input. But, that is imperitive to the piece, as that is the voice of another, not my human tongue – it has to come as “other”.
    :)

  • prefabric8

    prefabric8

    Get it now. Thanks.

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