Framed Found Poem

             I like to think of choosing guava's as choosing life's choices. First you investigate. You choose a guava but it's not quite ripe. You can tell by the dark green skin. Knowing you shouldn't waste time investigating any further you smell it, imagining a pale pink center, the seeds tightly embedded in the flesh. You pick up a ripe guava. It's yellow with a pink tinge. The skin is thick , firm, sweet. It's heart is bright pink and almost solid with seeds. At this time any other person would choose the ripe guava the better choice. But because of who I am curiosity gets the best of me and I would take a bite out of the guava. I would bite into the unriped guava my teeth would grip the dark green surface and would sink into the pale pink center. Not knowing how to eat a guava the seeds end up in the cervices between my teeth. As if  I was surprised. If you let curiosity get the best of you you suffer the consequences.