Pineapple song

                  “Introversion” © Irene Vincent


When I reveal,

I unravel like a guttural sound escaping

from the phalanges of beasts

maliciously contained.


From a figment of lavender blush

in the sky at supper,

I find people who roll me up in a ball

picking me up on a crowded beach

and eating me

for simple memory-purposes.


I am not kind when I reveal

a tight-clam

shut close

expanding like  a black hole

‘Which way are you moving?’


If you will eat me,

I will eat you back

A carcass of a human trapped inside

a shy pineapple,

and a sour gum.




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