Secret Secretion

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By Samantha Weisberg

A ripe plum 
ripped down the middle 
by knobby fingers. 

Pit in your half—
absent space in mine.

Stringy ochre fades into ruby threads,
still reaching for the heart.

extended, and reaching

and then
the two halves 
become strangers.

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