grapefruit spoons

there is a spot at the base of my ribs

where bones connect.

there is a section in the top drawer,

spoons with edges sharp like teeth.

I know these spoons from a long and bitter winter. bright grapefruit cut in half, sparkling with sprinkled sugar like the snow that never fell. 

I feel hollowed out, my insides 

scraped raw with teeth shaped edges, jagged.

no knives for me-

the blades too sharp, too clean.

it's a 

grapefruit spoon.

scraping, digging

at the spot under the base of my ribs.

(sour is my mind)