A mango is hidden treasure
in a paper bag on a shelf nestled
between the Connect-4 box
with all the pieces and the Monopoly
box with none of the pieces
here on the ward where
everything comes wrapped
in plastic but my good friend
my brother here has saved for us
this rare jewel from the natural world
we have not touched in so long
we break the fruit like bread
(no knives for us here
of course, of course)
and hand out pieces to one
another and the juices form
sticky tributaries down our chins
and arms as we suck the sunny
flesh from our fingertips like
the animals we are, toasting
to the bright, stinging flavor of life