My wife pulls a peach from the freezer,
then stares at the knives stuck
in their wooden block. I want the right line
for our marriage, but the exact emotion
is a peach packed in ice. I cannot accept this,
though clearly, here it is, cold
and ripe, and now, in hand, passed
between us like a desperate artifact.
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