He sold fruit,
she said.
Wide lips lengthening
then jutting outwards,
concluding with tongue behind horse teeth.
br> He sold fruit.
Not the first line
you’d expect from a lynching poem.
Her mouth captivated me
I was in love with it,
it was like my French teacher’s
who annunciated each syllable,
she wanted so bad for us to get it
her horsey mouth working overtime.

He sold fruit,
she said,
tempting our mouths to bite
Georgia peaches
Garden of Eden
how a mob is formed
a man is murdered.
Soon juice dripped
down our chins.