Kathryn de Lancellotti’s chapbook Impossible Thirst was published with Moon Tide Press in June 2020. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and a former recipient of the George Hitchcock Memorial Poetry Prize. Her poems and other works have appeared in Thrush, Rust + Moth, The American Journal of Poetry, Quarterly West, and others. She received her MFA in Creative Writing from Sierra Nevada University and resides on the Central Coast, California, with her family.
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We Ate the Fruit in Season
My breasts
were the size
of handfuls,
golden pears.
My vagina
the size of my son.
Table grapes, wild
almonds, figs
were eaten by codling moths.
I faced the sky
with my eyes,
the nights
with my thighs.
The river rushed
the size of a river.
I wanted nothing,
to turn to nothing,
to everything
It was my life:
the tea kettle’s whistle,
the elderberry housing the quail
the Psalms’ lost lamb
shaking in the shadow.
My tears were the size
of a mother’s, my womb
boundless, burden—nipples
calloused cream.
My hands were the size
of my lover’s soft cock.
His seed was the size
of his seed.
We ate the fruit in season,
when clusters fell from the trees.