Wasteful, Addicted, Bruise
Ode to an Avocado
How I love thee (I’m sorry I didn’t love you sooner)
The smooshie goodness that is beneath your skin
The tears that form when I cut you open and;
notice the bruises from those people who squeezed you too hard.
It’s so wasteful when I have to scoop around brown bits
I feel sad that you were not able to be fully enjoyed
That sadness is washed away once I start to mash you
Oh how creamy and yummy you look
You taste amazing when I start to turn you;
into something amazing like guacamole
You’re an addiction I don’t want to fightI just want another avocado!