Ripe

Originally published on Rat’s Ass Review I stand under the arms of a pear tree looking up at the biggest piece of golden fruit. The grass, curved with morning dew, reaches above my ankles, the fruit swelling with ripeness above. I notice the light reflecting from the faces of the tree’s clattering leaves, illuminating each blade of grass below as sun-fingers take turns flicking me through the branches. I reach up. Grasp the bulbous fruit. Pull. Pull again, pressing itRead more