BRUISED FRUITE
she collects fruit
that bruises
fruit that bleeds
washed down
with dandelion wine
N E A T
L I T T L E
S L I C E S
peach pits
and
cherry stones
she handles the
knife with a
surgical precision
she handles me
with equal skill
her desire to get
under my skin
is an impulse
towards vivisection
not taxidermy
she doesn’t want me
stuffed and still
how else would she enjoy
the quiver of my thigh
and the salt lick dip
of my collarbone
– K. Blair
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
K.Blair is a bisexual poet, currently based in London. A Proud member of London Queer Writers, she helps to run a monthly LGBT poetry night in Dalston Junction called SPEAK =. She has been published in the XX Poetry Anthology, Spoken Word London’s Anti-Hate Anthology and The Valley Press Anthology of Prose Poetry. You can find more of her work @kblairpoetry on tumblr.