I'm not sure how to eat
The beautiful pomegranate you gave me
The first I have ever seen
So I peeled open its leather pouch with my teeth
It's skin like the hide of a desert animal
I have only seen in picture books
I never knew such riches
Inside, berries red as rubies
behind the delicate curtain of membranes
And now my mouth full of juice and stones
I see how I have made a mess of it
In your eyes, my reflection
Mouth, like a truck driver
Hands dyed red as a tanner
I know you know now for sure
How unworldly I am
It was only time until you found me out
You look away politely
While I spit into my own hand
Seeds and all
I am not used to such strange fruit
There is no going back
to what you didn't know about me
To the 1001 stories you told yourself
about the princess that would come
And I already see the end in sight
There will be an empty room
A torn curtain
And whenever
I say your name
the taste of pomegranate
In my mouth
