This poem was previously known as "You Never Miss". It has been revised and renamed.
Piercing the Red
Select the one with choicest glow,
and smell to see it’s ripe.
Its stem and leaf are angled low;
it seems the perfect type.
Such lovely skin of freshest red
is pierced by your sharp teeth.
And everything that fruit has said,
the flesh reveals beneath.
And rip it out; go savor it.
You cut to the bare core.
Then in your clever hand, turn it,
to find where there is more.
And when you have finished, discard
that once so valued prize.
Like every heart you ever marred
or killed with all your lies.

