A Lone Jocote

Jocote

8/31     My plum looks like a smooth lime with a stem.  It has two distinct colors, one makes it look likes it’s wearing a hat.  A baseball helmet to be more specific.  I hate sports.  My plum was introduced to me as a jocote instead of a hog plum.  My plum is basically right next to my face, and it can almost make me tear up.  It smells and stings os mildly I almost didn’t notice.  I wonder what it tastes like?  I wonder if it’s as hard as it feels.  I would compare it to an odd marble.  A marble with just a few scars.

9/5     I don’t know what will happen to my plum after I release it from its bag.  I certainly won’t eat it, I don’t feel like it.  Maybe my mom will eat it, maybe it will rot and be thrown away.  I couldn’t care less honestly.  Why should I?  It’s just a fruit, nothing super important.  I’ll feel better when I don’t have to keep writing about it.  There are more exciting things to write about.  I mean, a plum is just a plum.  I could definitely write a fictional story about it.  I just want to be free from this plum.  It’s hard and looks unappealing.