Comments about Zoe Nyght
We Are Fruit People.
love-hungry teenage boy ripe
for the fruit of the world, yearning
for a taste of satisfaction, you buckle your
knees at every passing vine and fall to the earth
wrapped in those enticing delicacies borne of fantasy:
of a hunger sated, of a belly full: sweet nectarine dreams
elaborate delicious and aromatic. they promise tenderness and
shy smiles; silly boy turns a wayward head at every budding leaf.
then empty-handed and blistering in the heat of the sun, eventually,