Summer for Peaches

by Seth Amos I like summer for peaches,not for humid, breezeless days.July 28, 2019, 11:10 a.m.,Brooklyn, I ate one.Eating a peach requires planningor rogue carelessness.I ate this one over the sink,shirtless, waitingfor the coffee to percolate.My teeth pierced its cropped fuzzand perfumed flesh. Juice camelike a watering mouth, drippingdown my arm and plunkinginto the emptyContinue reading “Summer for Peaches”