A Stone Fruit from the Prunus Genus
I don't need saving, today The words that leave my lips feel foreign tasting like unripe fruit on my tongue I got the plums for myself Stopped waiting for someone to drive so far for me I put my foot down After years of waiting for someone else The juice that leaks from the crease of my smile I wipe away with the back of my hand unladylike I smile at the sun Eyes screwed shut It doesn't smile back I keep smiling, anyway Because it feels good It doesn't make everything better But right this second I let myself have just this second Everything ripens in time