Dragon Fruit

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Dragon Fruit, Draft #2

In the warehouse break room

he sits- a massive mountain

eating lunch with locks of dread 

twisting, ropes piled high.

The warehouse is a sort of sanctuary

stacks of napkins, packets of ketchup

a highlighter peaking out of a Spanish Bible

quietly teetering at the edge of a table, 

God's Word buzzing with potential energy-

and that strange lumpy fruit, an offering

at the base of that mountain of a man,

with a sort of dull glow.

Maybe it's just the light cascading 

off the rafters onto the smooth perfectly poured concrete

floor holding up this place, that shines when it's mopped

like right now and the quiet murmurs of this fruit

containing energy, vibrating with flavor

and when I see his dark hand appear

in the midst of all this light and energy

with the cornucopia of his hand, now holding a piece

of the fruit extended out in offering to me-

I see the fruit's secret, this intricate flesh

-a small city written by Frank Loyd Wright-

-a tiny labyrinth drawing by Escher-

 

And all this information enters my body.

Sweet, sweet. Sweet.