A Poem on Selection
In a field seeds of every type of melon are scattered, raked under, left to their own feral mechanics
Under a certain set of conditions
under an unwatchful eye
A white cat sleeping under the motherwort
black widow clinging to the underside of a hokkaido blue
A trait here of bulbous risings, here a vine heavy with male flowers, more webbing here, a pinkish tint here when cracked open the sweet taste of survival, here the sour taste of adjacency
Webbing in long strands pulled to bring forth a denser network
seed lined and settling the inside
a taste that cannot be defined
to liken to a personal choice
sweetness and the way the juice
dribbles a chin
a personal aesthetics of muskmelon
BRITA SAUER is an MFA Candidate in Poetry at NMSU and Assistant Poetry Editor for Puerto del Sol. Read more.