Avocados
Avocados
Your avocado is sanguine.
It believes it can ripen
even in a cold room.
It cannot wait to be cut
and expose its flesh to you.
Her avocado is choleric.
It ignores her meal plan
and strives to ripen immediately.
Even when it’s overripe
it thinks it’s the winner.
His avocado is phlegmatic.
It silently reads his mind.
Slowly but surely,
it endeavours to mature evenly
for the exact day he cuts it.
My avocado is melancholic.
It meditates inside a paper bag.
It misses the days on a tree.
As it grows tenderer,
it senses its death is closer.
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