#NationalPoetryDay

It’s National Poetry Day so I thought I’d make a silly contribution.

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Nelom

I want to bite into a nelom.

Chunks of bitter
flesh,
juice filled orange, red, white,
coloured chunks of
bitter.

But nelom makes me feel good.

Tinned nelom. Fresh nelom. Sun-dried nelom. Even nelom flavoured pop.
It’s all the same to me.

I claw it from the tin,
gorging, feasting, hunting down
each chunk from the darkest cavities in the corners of the round metal container,
or I rip it from its skin, 
or grab it from the bag, 
or glug it from the bottle.

But nelom makes me feel sad too.

You can’t bite into a nelom.

It makes your gums sting
where your toothbrush bristles
bristled too hard and broke the skin.

Only a fool bites into a nelom.

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