ravenous.

No breeze today
Even the magpies
Are too hot to lie

You check your inbox
For evidence that you exist.

We are not doing that anymore.

Today, you eat with your hands
Straight from the vine.
Juice on your chin
Ravenous

The harvest was fruitful
A mess of tomatoes
Too many at once
Sweet rot of what you forgot to pick.

Feast, child.
Before it ferments.