Green Hills Literary Lantern

I Would Like the Last Thing I Write

to taste like peaches.
Start with that tang
a sense of inhaling
gold flesh, a soft
carpet brushing the lips,
pulp that slides down a throat
whispers of summer
dew on fingers up early,
down late.
Something that dribbles
from your chin
and leaves you sticky,
rediscovering the essence of it
late afternoon as you lick
your thumb.
Terrible to think
a grocery list,
bananas, eggs, avocado,
or calculations for the checkbook,
a line of ink strokes,
or note to the cleaning lady—
just the usual, Diane,
a thank-you to the plumber
for the absence of leaks.
No, I want to watch you
hold a soft round hope
on your tongue,
taste something firm,
as vivid as that ridged red center
syllables to savor, that sing
until you swallow
and I am there.


Barbara P. Greenbaum has an MFA in creative writing from the University of Southern Maine. She taught creative writing at a public magnet arts high school in Willimantic, Connecticut for twelve years and served as an adjunct professor at Eastern CT State University. In 2011, she was awarded a Teaching Arts Fellowship from Surdna to develop a memoir.

Her fiction, poetry and essays have been published in: The Alembic, American Writer’s Review, The Binnacle, The Cape Rock, Crack The Spine, Fiction Fix, Forge, Hawaii Pacific Review, The Louisville Review, Prick of the Spindle, The MacGuffin, Marathon Review, The Massachusetts Review, Slab, The Penmen Review, Underwood Review, Verdad, and Willow Review, among others. She writes using the pen name B. P. Greenbaum.