Moberly Luger - a pomegranate is a picture of a pomegranate

There will never be a time
when you lean back in your chair, full
from the riches of this fruit.

Still, when you see it­—each shade of red
glistening, as if chosen by Titian himself—
you may want to make a few approaches.

First, use your fingertips
to pluck out each seed;
suck their small bursts of juice, spit
whitened pits into a paper towel.

Then, cut the pomegranate in half;
take one piece in each hand and squeeze
as if you want to make a fist
and would, if not for this endless weight.

Finally, tear the membrane from the skin
until the white shell, like bones,
lies on the plate: a record of fruit.

You see? A pomegranate is not
a paper towel filled with dry sucked seeds.
You cannot push it, whole, down your hollow throat.
This fruit tastes like hunger
like a person getting farther away.