Dear Leona for the jar of Hickory peaches

my father doesnít have the nerve
to toss to the birds for the pits

unpacking their scent and swelling
as memory in the jar for the woman

every thirteen minutes who dies under
your motherly watch for the withered 

scars your mouth left in its paths across 
each studded body for my father 

who shook every tree until he found
the one with fruits scared and close

enough to give their lives over 
to you but somehow remain in this jaró



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Peter LaBerge is an undergraduate student at the University of Pennsylvania. His recent poetry appears or will appear in Beloit Poetry Journal, PANK, Best New Poets 2014, DIAGRAM, and Indiana Review, among others. He recently co-edited Poets on Growth (Math Paper Press, 2015), and serves as the Founder & Editor-in-Chief of The Adroit Journal. His debut chapbook, Hook, is forthcoming from Sibling Rivalry Press.