These days we use knives,
slicing into gin or
carefully quartering
to stuff a hen or dress
a summer salad.
I remember it differently
as yellow electricity,
the sourest thing yet,
enough to make your
toes curl
and how we used to dare
to see who could
eat one whole.
Dare - first the flesh
in segments.
Double dare - peeled,
unseparated,
all down in one.
Triple dare - unpeeled,
leather, pith and flesh,
all down together.
You have to open
your mouth
as wide as it will go
to get it in, bite hard,
chew fast and
swallow.
It helps if you
take a deep breath
and close your eyes.
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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