Held

Maggie Devers

The sweetest meat is closest to the bone

The most tender, the most true

The tissue there is hardest to reach,

To manipulate from the outside.

If you squeezed my arm

How much bone would you feel?

Would the flesh push back

And guard my depths?

The fruit around the mango pit is sinewy

Unless it’s overripe,

Then it melts into your mouth.

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