What My Friend Says When She Gives Me a Persimmon
It tastes like your first kiss, but you have to let it ripen until you almost think it's too late, the beautiful bright body spoiled. That's when it's best, that's when you open up the flesh, that's when you want to lay it on your tongue and savor it, not really like your first kiss but more like oral sex, though I wouldn't say that in public. I couldn't eat one with a stranger with so much private hunger going on.
From Private Hunger, The University of Akron Press, copyright © 2002 by Melody Lacina. Reprinted by permission of the University of Akron Press. All rights reserved.