Strange red fruit
you harbour the betel-stained teeth
of Indian men
tart wet kernels in clusters
like cells under a microscope.
Who invented you?
I think I would like him
the quirky, detail-oriented type.
If you were a novel
you would be written in verse
whimsy and tenderness
an unexpected
ending.
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