Blackberry

Eventually, my critique was refined to

‘I hope all you sickening snobs just die.’

I ate blackberries every morning (once)

and held on to my earned, mature insight.

What people generally liked about me

was the thought they could do my job.

The quality my closest friends loved most

was that I was ‘a generous tipper.’

I read on some site blackberries were good

for the lungs. I knew they tasted really weird.

Fruits that taste good have soda pops based on them.

Isn’t that right, Diet Sierra Mist Kiwi?

Did I mention all the blackberry smoothies

and drinking them in one gulp, imagining

I was steadying myself on Jesus’s shoulder?

Jesus, of course, would just have Diet Sprite.