all her favorite fruit

by amy sharp


It was probably the day you and I were sitting in slices of sun
over by the park nobody ever visits
we had that big old talk
and it was like everything
was possible
open
allowed
true
and when we ate mangoes
from the tiny cooler
some juice spread across my face
your sticky sweet summer hand wiped my cheek
and then your mouth just followed
and that was most likely the moment
I learned time can stop
you can actually slap time still