Current Issue About Editorial Note Archives Submitting Links		Melissa Dickson Ode to the Avocado Oh-alligator pod, toad-fist nugget, you of the green-mealed heart, pimpled, pitted, glazed organ of densest fuel, husk of lunch - let me love my fickle self as I love you- cursed though we are by these imperfect margins, this spin of skin around a seeded core, this changeable flesh, this too brief, this faultless peak. Next Poem
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