Eggplant

I was at the market
Walking by -- didn't mean to stop--
When I saw it
Gazing at me, almost
It was so lustrous and shiny
I could see my own reflection
The deep purple, impenetrable skin
The round smoothness, and its shape
I held it in my hands, like a baby
Or maybe a brain
I paid my money, took it home
Watching it, like it was my own
Heart & soul and everything
Thick-skinned, purplelikeabruise
On the outside
I cut it open, it did not bleed
Touched its flesh, removed its seeds
Sliced it up and fried it too
Then, I licked my lips and supped
Upon my surrogate
Filling me with myself.

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