lemonade / by Dahlia Dandashi

he's praying to a god he doesn't believe in just so he kiss my sweetness

but he does not know how sour i've been cultivated to be. 

i bite back,

canines and all,

acid yellow and salt-plagued teeth. 

 

yet, he worships me

so i peel,

he licks me,

so i peel.

seedless, juicy,

i peel.