I.I feel the tickle on the pink of my lips before it touches my mouth. Anticipation is only possibility. Idon’t bite. The peach sits in the fridge, the skin too perfect to puncture, if it…
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Alyssa Beckitt is a poet living and writing in the Swannanoa River Valley. Her work can be found in Four Way Review, Waccamaw Journal, Drunk Monkeys, Beaver Magazine, and others.