Tumble in November  

Witness this rapid gingering,
the jasmine tea green
and apple flesh creamy,
the tender risk of
paper sack to finger.
Yet we may shop
forever at the farmer's
stand nearby, your soul
(I know) a flue
opened upward and parboiled
pretty. It's true. I
know you. You're just
alike to me, what
the laundromat girl (chic
doll she) can't see.

--Shanna Compton, from Down Spooky

(You can get a copy of Down Spooky here, or you can wait for Winnow Press to publish it. Me, I'd go with the hand-stitched version...)