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  • I recall looking at a bunch of yellow banana.
    Separating one from a bunch.
    Peeling it. and eating it straight out.
    Discarding the peel.
    I also recall the fuzz on a peach.
    Hiding the smell of summer in it's nectar's scent.
    Biting carelessly into it. To the pit.
    Looking at it (the seed) in my hand and up close.
    Looks like a brain.

    Now,read the labels, looking for my flavor.
    I'm grossed out by the texture and consistency.
    After twisting the top or tearing a corner I inhale so not to taste it.
    The scent is of a factory far away from the tree of the fruit it contains.
    I look for the recycling bin an run in full stroke.

    ©Mauricio Giammattei,2014
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