To the Beautiful Man Who Gave Me Free Plums
from Lustful Feminist Killjoys
© Anna Percy, 2016

Thank you for knowing
sell-by dates are a nonsense.
I took two of them to bed tonight,

some folly had persuaded me
I did not like them

till someone handed me a plum cake,
the fruit jewelling the top.
These were my first fresh plums.

As my teeth broke in I thought

how fragrant the skin was,
how small the stone is for such flesh,
let juice run my chin.
Considered I have many more
firsts to find in this life of mine.
Considered the idea of my next lover.