I’m about to

bite into a slice

when you’re there
with juice dribbling

down your chin

and picking pips
out with your fingers

while I just eat and spit

and we grin all wet
but there is no we

‘cos you and me don’t

live in the same breath
so I’m reading the

Penguin Book of Death ‘cos

all of you and a lot
of me got shot away

and I forgot that

I’ve planted some pips
so I go and look

and see green ears

breaking the surface