Persephone Counts Pomegranate Seeds

Persephone sits under a leafless tree,

sprouting infantile green.

her back against the trunk, her knees

square against her breasts.

her dress adjusts like an eye, to fading

hues seen after change.

she's surgically bisected a pomegranate--

with the intimate caress of her right

pointer finger.

counting the gory plumps of its seeds.

her legs start to rattle as if in orgasm--

she crushes the pomegranate between

the palms of her hands.

having tallied those freshly admitted 

below.