There is a cantaloupe time
That I slice open
It is juicy there and the little seeds
Sit around in a circle
To sing their cantaloupe songs
I bite into them
And remove the seeds
From my mouth
Place them in a cup
Water them
Drain them
Set them in the window light
To dry
It’s like someone has
Cut through my middle
Feasted on my body parts
Splashed my flesh
With hauled water
And wrung me out
With their kind hands
They held me up to the light
To look through me
There is little movement left
I rest on a used napkin
Partly in sun
Partly in shade
I reckon when it’s warm enough
my whole world
Will take off its coat
Run naked to the lake
And in the end
If they’re hungry enough
They will scoop out what’s left