That one has kind of a funny story. The inspiration came from a regular old fruit tree that was next to a school I work at, and that was full of ripe fruit.

It seemed like such a shame to let such good looking food go to waste, and I was surprised that the school would let an opportunity to teach kids about such things slip by, so the poem came to mind.

What’s funny is that I mistook pomegranates for passion fruit. After I first wrote the poem I realized I had mis-identified the fruit, but when I tried to be true to the situation and real life experience, writing about pomegranates instead of passion fruit didn’t have the same effect.

So, the poem is a bit of a creation to purposefully make the reader wonder if there’s a Lolita thing happening or something like the Police song Don’t Stand So Close To Me.