"the peach poems" by Terrence Abrahams
This peach sweats under fragrant summer sun. "It splits." Slipping your fingers into damp flesh, you pluck out nostalgia, its weight resting on your palm. "You can feel it finding new ways to touch you." Terrence Abrahams writes of boyhood romance in the peach poems, tangibly constructing a summer that will leave you sunburnt and craving.