(poetry collection, 2013)
Plagiarised - 4
My father-in-law is incredibly allergic to fresh peaches,
any stone fruit really,
but peaches were especially common
and were always there to eat.
He would be with people who were eating them,
and he assumed that everyone else felt the same terrible constriction of the throat,
the same anxiety and discomfort.
They all appeared to be smiling,
and biting in he would smile also,
wondering in secret what the all-fired attraction to these toxic bulbs was even about.