title peaches id peaches genre prose project title autocento of the breakfast table class autocento my anger is like a peach he said he was trying to show how metaphors could be anything i thought it worked i wrote it down in my red notebook in my other class there was a long discussion about the difference between metaphor and simile as they relate to prufrock i could only think about his peaches i wonder if he dared a few years ago my friend dressed up as j alfred prufrock for halloween her costume consisted of rolled khaki trousers and a peach i wonder where she found that in october she was annoyed that she had to tell everyone who she was at a writers party i don't remember if she ate that peach i do remember the main meal was spaghetti that party was held in a house in chattanooga in the basement there was a big back yard where people drank and talked and sat in the darkness somewhere someone was smoking weed with a visiting writer earlier that day the writer had read a poem about his car accident sebastian a year ago in georgia on the interstate it had broken him pretty badly and his wife but somehow their child was unharmed he said something about the peach pit being the one place georgia held sacred he said it was the place where all new things grow i can see how anger could be like a peach its juice runs out of the mouth and down the chin dropping onto the pants and staining them in the same way i can see how anger is like sex they are both heightened states of emotional observation in atlanta there are something like five or ten peachtree streets i'm not sure if they all connect at some point but from what i could see they would have to do some contorting to get to the same point i like to think a giant peach tree grows there like the tree of the knowledge of good and evil i was walking down one of atlanta's peachtrees with my girlfriend when a man in tight pants a runner jogged past us we both agreed he had a marvelous ass i was annoyed however when she confessed that she wished i had one like his later we ate at a taqueria with peach-habanero salsa my mother would read to us as children the first real books i remember the first novels are island of the blue dolphins and james and the giant peach i don't remember island of the blue dolphins as well probably because no movie was made of it there's an independent video rental store where i grew up called popcorn video one of the only stores i went to in my hometown that wasn't a chain every time we went my sister would rent two movies james and the giant peach and home alone 3 i wasn't allowed to stay home alone or i don't remember it until i was fifteen i built a potato cannon out of pvc pipe and a barbecue lighter i would load a potato spray hairspray into the barrel and light it once the cannon wouldn't light i looked down the barrel and pushed the trigger button to see if i could see a light i forgot that i had already primed the barrel with hairspray i singed my eyebrows and bangs in peach season my father would bring home a bag of the freestones every week or so he always got the cheap ones so they were usually dry and pithy with a stone that fell apart and nearly broke my tooth i don't eat them anymore when i go home my mother would always eat canned peaches with cottage cheese for some reason i didn't think this was common knowledge i showed people how good it was when we went to a buffet they said i know to be honest i'm not even sure what a peach tree looks like i do know what an orange tree looks like from a backyard in phoenix and a fig tree from a back yard in chattanooga i also know what a cherry tree looks like or at least a type of them from my own backyard at home as well as mulberry and apple if for some reason i find myself lost in a sinister garden of eden i'll at least know a few of the trees i can eat from i always heard growing up that the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil was an apple maybe i'll luck out maybe it'll be a peach prufrock http www bartleby com 198 1 html october axe html sebastian http www 32poems com blog 5158 weekly-prose-feature-an-interview-with-sebastian-matthews-by-justin-bigos anger is like sex statements-frag html peachtree streets https www google com maps place peachtree rd ne atlanta ga 33 7779425 -84 3843615 my mother riptide memory html popcorn video http popcornvideo net