Now that I’m old I say things
Like “bananas are good”
As if it’s Manichean
They’re of the light
Lord knows they taste fine
No one’s seen the Devil
Holding one
And certainly I’m foolish
Half naked senior citizen
Up early
Exulting in his fruit
Childish before fucking eternity
I try to savor its sweetened ash
Clinging to a toddler’s joy
Only to think of slavery
Neruda’s “United Fruit”
The sorrows replete
In every picked thing
Now my banana
Is a flavorful ticket
Eat now, be absolved later
