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i am not a grape

(somewhere out of my head)

it seems an odd time in life to be a fruit
or a vegetable.  you once thought my soul
was royal purple.  imagine my surprise

when you turned out to be so sour.  i
watch the man behind the counter
slice up a thick banana for the

circle swirl atop my açai bowl.
today, i’m getting the hanna banana,
my usual.  i do this occasionally on days 

i can, which has occurred with greater infrequency

for quite some time now.  i’m not carmen miranda, 

either.  and not for lack of vocal ability,

i might add, but rather because the fruit keeps
falling off of my head.  also, my vertigo is back.
and not just metaphorically.