'You've Got Eyes in the Back of your Head' by Susan Classen Sullivan at Catbox Contemporary, New York

There was a small dark rock 
little more than a pebble really 
who wanted
more than anything 
to be a pickle
to have that green skin
all shined up and covered with bumps 

this rock pined
with the thought of it 
but knew
if it could only
find its way
into someone’s mouth 

that it could be sucked smooth 
maybe to a soft ruby glow
or at least
to a hard 
dry yellow 

and that 
would be 
something