Self-Delusion: A Metaphor
I'm not much for bananas, but they remind me of the sun,
of looking out on afternoon beaches from worn wood decks
and drinking rum. So some days at the grocery store,
I can't help myself, and I buy a bunch, still green at the stems
with the optimistic promise of a shelf-life, and I imagine
myself pinching the peel at the bottom and slicing one
into my oatmeal or ice cream, but of course, I don't. Instead,
I bring them home, and they hang like a tropical postcard
on the corner of the baker's rack and turn brown and draw flies
until someone sensible makes the call and puts them in the trash.
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