{"id":1317,"date":"2012-07-09T05:33:08","date_gmt":"2012-07-09T05:33:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1317"},"modified":"2017-07-11T16:49:31","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T16:49:31","slug":"the-grapefruit-by-lauren-hunt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/the-grapefruit-by-lauren-hunt\/","title":{"rendered":"The Grapefruit by Lauren Hunt"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a><\/h1>\n

The Grapefruit<\/h1>\n

by Lauren Hunt<\/p>\n

My fingers barely close around the grapefruit.
\nI feel the weight and size of it, how the rind gives
\nAnd stretches and rolls in the palm of my hand,
\nThe missing half of a long forgotten morning prayer.<\/p>\n

This grapefruit is a memory, aged but precious.
\nI am a child again, sitting across from my grandfather,
\nEating our breakfasts together. My grandmother
\nAlways told me I could eat as I pleased for breakfast,<\/p>\n

But grapefruit for him meant grapefruit for me, too.
\nBy way of blessing, he nods firmly at me and we rip
\nOur sugar packets open, together, scattering the strips
\nOf pink wrinkled paper across the table.<\/p>\n

In the grapefruit memory, he’s no longer as round
\nAnd laughing as before the first heart attack, but not yet
\nAs sick and frail as after his fourth. He reads the Jonesboro
\nSun from cover to cover, even the political pieces, which<\/p>\n

Elicit mostly tsking. He says he can’t believe how red
\nThe state of Bill Clinton and small farmers has gone.
\nAcross the worn, handmade table, I sit quietly,
\nChewing on the sweet and sour of the grapefruit,<\/p>\n

And studying the lines of his cheeks and the sunspots
\nOn his forehead, the anointing balm of a cotton grower.<\/p>\n

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\nLauren Hunt is currently a law student at the University of Alabama. She graduated with a minor in Creative Writing from Pepperdine University in 2012. She was active as a writer and staff member of Expressionists literary magazine and hopes to continue writing and publishing in the years to come. She can be contacted at lshunt@crimson.ua.edu<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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