can’t remember how
I became the family’s
melon-cutter
the one-handed wash
and dry of a cannon
ball is no easy trick
nor is sawing through
its armor plate to make
deliverable fruit wedges
unless I slice and dump
the seedy slush and
cut off the tough rind
the beast will sit and deflate
eventually shift to the smell
of an old sneaker
which is why
I’m never too sorry
if it rolls off the counter
when my back is turned
and my only job is to
wipe up a bad memory