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How to Eat a Poem

    Don’t be polite.
    Bite in.
    Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin.
    It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.

    You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
    or plate or napkin or tablecloth.

    For there is no core
    or stem
    or rind
    or pit
    or seed
    or skin
    to throw away.

    Eve Merriam