The Severed Lime

by Peter Notehelfer

The severed lime

Lying on the white tile

Residue of last night’s tonic

Greets me with its fading sheen

I wonder do all limes hold ten wedges

Like people two kidneys & eyes

But only one heart & mouth

And if not what makes

For nine or eleven? 


Italian tomatoes

Have three sections

Thickly separated moistly

Sheltering the gelatinous seeds

I wonder are tomatoes always the same

Like raccoons with their four feet

All to run & two to open jars

I suspect beef steaks

Must have more


I love symmetry

Wherever it is found

Especially the twos of what

We have two of as well as the ones

Which because of their unique potential

Can make us all melt with pleasure

Like chocolate & cool to reform

Why is it that I love

To count things?

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