Banana Brought From Home

You’re perfect, banana.
I bought you green – bitter, firm, and dry,
For your potential, your future soft sweetness.

You’re perfect, banana.
I watched you, assaulted by dot flies,
Ripening with yellow, spreading slowly to completeness.

You’re perfect, banana.
Astride my countertop, your sister will putrefy,
Her smile will blacken in pungent blossoms, spoiling with discreetness.

You were perfect, banana.
A wrapped gift, rubber handled, and I
Peel, bite, savour, then forget you; flayed and discarded for neatness.