People want to be perfect for you.

They dye their hair and have plastic surgery.

They starve themselves and iron their clothes.

I’m only calling to see if you want

To have candy with me for breakfast.

Grab me by the left cheek.

Open me to yourself,

And kiss me deep.

And then you can have peaches 

If you’d rather.

It’s dark in here,

And I can’t tell if your hair is dyed,

Or if you have any!

But I’m alive with you,

And know that you’re not worried 

About my clothes,

Or what we’ll have for breakfast.

We’ll sleep through it,

If anyone will let us.

And if you squeeze

Deep enough,

You may see that I, too,

Am a peach

You never knew about.

-jenn