“The Saddest Banana”

I snatched away
it's last compadre.
It fell with a thud
from the hook it had hung.
I lifted it back up,
but there was nothing
that could be done
for the lonely banana.
I frowned,
resting it on the counter
to brown.

Peeling open
the one I chose
and plunging it longways
into my hollow,
it didn't taste
sad. No,
it had had
a friend to the end--
wherein I broke them apart
to satisfy my cruel appetite.
Now, my belly is full,
but my heart hangs heavy
from the empty wooden hook
above the lateral lifeless
body below, blackening
in the decomposition that arrives
to the truly alone.

narrative poem written on 05-18-2017 by: on mattkane.com
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