re-sew the fruit of her womb

Loquats like low hanging fruit / one skewered on a barbed wire fence,
a head on a spike / snatch it down & peel the skin / that’s harder
than i thought it’d be // the flesh is sweet / seed inside slippery & sleek
/ surely poisoned by rusty metal / and maybe someone else // swallow
the violence / swallow the pain / it’s a lump in your throat for now / and
you could not begin to understand it // the next time you eat one /
you’re 15 and with a friend / it takes some time, you walk the track /
you eat a box of ‘em // now, your throat is bursting / now, your seams
are stretching / you’re swollen with stories / you’re learning and it
hurts / learning always hurts // have you swallowed the core? / have
you swallowed the lump in your throat? / where has the violence
gone? // eat its innards all the way through / bite the seed, bite your
seams / re-sew yourself / break again / make more room / what fills
your space? / what fills your body to the brim? // let the history pass
through you / make yourself bigger / make yourself fuller