Peach Fuzz {Atlanta, Georgia}

As I bit into a peach
the juice flowed over my lips
and my time down south splashed
there wasn't much
in the people
I mean
and the closest I could get to humanity
was the black beggar in Atlanta
who told me how to get away
and onto the expressway
then he asked for some change
before I ran out of gas
I wanted him to jump in my truck
whiter than my skin
with my dog and luggage and love
I wanted to take him
where we could all feel