Charles Simic would be appalled...

One of my favorite poems by Charles Simic:

Watermelons

Green Buddahs
On the fruit stand.
We eat the smile
And spit out the teeth.

This poem evokes several visuals/emotions for me each time I read it. Today however it is a visual of me heaving the whole fucking watermelon into the windshield of a parked car. I need a hobby...:P