Guts

When I sat down at the table
with my copy of Galapagos, borrowed,
and the end of a bottle of wine (i could not waste)
and a banana
and some carrots and broccoli.
and the grapefruit was my desert
I dug the knife in and cut it up
with precision
until hunger began to grip
the knife and thrust it violently
mashing
juice spilling and squirting
I shoved the pieces into my mouth
chewing on the guts
of that grapefruit.
1/7 down.