Cutting into a sweet pepper
As red as blood,
I scrape the inner parts,
As red as blood,
I scrape the inner parts,
Spongy membranes
With little seeds attached.
Hidden away inside,
In the lower chamber,
Like a secret heart,
Is a growing twin,
A perfect copy of the larger fruit,
Hidden away inside,
In the lower chamber,
Like a secret heart,
Is a growing twin,
A perfect copy of the larger fruit,
Clinging to the septum
So that it takes more effort than it should
For me to pry it loose.
So that it takes more effort than it should
For me to pry it loose.
I lay it on the cutting board
And tip it with my knife,
Almost sorry to have taken
Such delight in exposing
Something so safe, so private,
And so closely held inside.
Something so safe, so private,
And so closely held inside.
