Pistachios

 

part of the appeal 

is opening the shell

 

the anticipation makes 

mouths wet 

 

thinking of you 

when you’re not around 

 

rhythm of these shells 

sets me humming 

 

search for the seam

the cracking and opening

 

and then the finger 

to the mouth 

 

doing it over again 

until lips dry out

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