I Obliged

Avocados slid from your hand like soaps, you couldn't
get the hang of hacking stones, twisting knives.
An avocado has a little brown heart, like your own.

I couldn't bear the way you laid out bacon, strip on strip
and let it curl like eels spitting, til bacon ghosts on foil
appeared - marked out with blackened fat.

You were an awkward thing, a little goatherd.
Knees and gawk. Asking for ruin.