Suppose
we had said yes more often, that we’d angled toward the sun. Suppose our hearts had been teeth, gnawing each other to reach the sweet fruit shielded by our hard, hard rinds. Suppose, thus, we’d split each other open, the other’s sticky, tacky, ripe- sweet juice decorating our chins. Suppose that were the heart’s work, to destroy for pleasure, to remember excess and be pleased, to rip into flesh, to gnash with joy. Suppose we’d lent ourselves to such tricks, taken up the challenge of the unripe fruit. Who knows where the pith and peel would lie now, seeds spit into corners, gathering dust? In my new life, I am softening in the light. Perhaps you are too.
Sarah Browning is the author of the collections Killing Summer and Whiskey in the Garden of Eden. Co-founder and past Executive Director of Split This Rock, she currently teaches with Writers in Progress. Browning received the Lillian E. Smith Award and fellowships from the DC Commission on the Arts & Humanities, Yaddo, Mesa Refuge, and the VCCA. She holds an MFA in poetry and creative nonfiction from Rutgers University Camden and lives in Philadelphia.