I bit into a nectarine (Ewan Glass)

and the stone was a diamond.

My front teeth shattered

but now I was rich

I could get new ones,

better ones! This plunged 

me into a thought crisis.

How could they be better?

Sharper? More durable?

Absently, I ate the flesh

of the nectarine.

Mechanised? Branded?!

Wiping my lips, I realised 

I’d eaten the whole fruit, 

diamond and all.

I rushed to the toilet.

What if it destroyed my

gastrointestinal tract?

but now I was rich.

I could get a new one,

a better one! This plunged 

me into a thought crisis.

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Ewen Glass (he/him) is a screenwriter and poet from Northern Ireland who lives with two dogs, a tortoise and lots of self-doubt; his poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Okay Donkey, HAD, Poetry Scotland, Roi Fainéant and elsewhere. 

Twitter & IG: @ewenglass

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image: Jade Hawk