Wax Fruit

My mother kept a piece of wax fruit, a peach
to be precise (I remember its artificial fuzz--
now worn off),
that had imprints of my two front baby teeth
from where I once tried to bite it.

This memory always makes me sad, if you knew
more of my circumstance you would understand,
and seeing my own fruit basket this morning
resurfaced it again. Only I have a couple avacados,
a fugi apple, some bananas, and a freaky applepear
hybrid that nature never intended--but they are real
and full of juice. Cucumbers, even in February,
are in the fridge.