portrait of a picnic as a feast by Whitney Hansen

your fingernails dug through the skin
of a peach — citrus juice pricked
at your tongue, dribbled
to your elbows, glistened
on your lips before
you kissed me, laid me down on the bed
of gingham and moss
as the ants found our lunch
& your hand found my throat, tissue-
thin & quivering
against the familiar weight of your palm
twigs cracked against my back,
percussion punctuating rustling grass
& cardinal arias
you wrapped us in the perforated
picnic blanket afterward, a cocoon
to make the caterpillars jealous
I could have rotted there with you
Whitney Hansen (she/they) is a Midwestern writer and teacher who would fight God for half a sesame bagel. Their work is published/forthcoming in Olney Magazine, Variant Literature, Nightingale & Sparrow, and more. Twitter: @whitneyhansen_