on the redcurrant

The Redcurrant
its stems,
green and hooked.

They smile upwards.
The redcurrant
whose glassy rounds

 - beside the point.

How they pull from the stem
though. (!)
a silent tearing,

Leaving skin-
on stems:
many-handled umbrellas.

I rub a slug-holed leaf between the heels of my palms.
Perpendicular, they apply friction.
I am checking if the plant is not in fact a blackcurrant.

On this one the leaves don’t smell distinctly of anything other than cut green.
so: No.
A redcurrant.

a friday, the seventeenth of july, 2020