How to eat a poem

Don't be polite.
Bite in.
Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that
may run down your chin.
It is ready and ripe now, whenever you are.
You do not need a knife or fork or spoon
or plate or napkin or tablecloth.
For there is no core
or stem, or rind, or pit, or seed, or skin
to throw away.


Eve Merriam

(Yumm! :) Via Bruaá Editora)