Held by Maggie Devers

Held Maggie Devers The sweetest meat is closest to the boneThe most tender, the most trueThe tissue there is hardest to reach,To manipulate from the outside.If you squeezed my armHow much bone would you feel?Would the flesh push backAnd guard my depths?The fruit around the mango pit is sinewyUnless it’s overripe,Then it melts into your mouth.More from Maggie Devers ↓Read my debut poetry book, For My DaughterFollow me on Instagram for more poetry @rembrandts.cure