I’d like to pluck a star out of the night,
peel away its rind, and sink my teeth
into the fruit flesh beneath its gleam –
I wonder what it’d taste like:
subtle sweet like persimmon,
sharp pucker of juicy lemon,
crisp apple, faint melon,
plenty of seedpods nestled in the pulp:
new worlds not yet birthed,
ready to be flung from their mother tree.
This poem was originally published under the pen name Gabriel Gadfly.