ode to this particular peach

ode to this particular peach

By: Sanjana Ramanathan

my cheeks are sticky with laughter
and something even brighter…
the trickle of the evening sun
trailing down my chin.
I come to life while I cup
that orange sweetness,
my fingers dig,
my mouth becomes an altar.
I could worship the feeling
of pulp beneath my palms,
the last slivers of it shifting
like snakes in the kitchen sink.

Sanjana Ramanathan (she/her) is an English student at Drexel University. She enjoys playing video games, cracking open a new book, and daydreaming. Her work is published or upcoming in clandestine lit, Babel Tower Notice Board, and Flash Frog. 

Julia Peretiatko  at Unsplash

You can find Sanjana at @sanjubilees on Twitter.

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