Poem
Miriam Wei Wei Lo
Fruit in Season 3: In Autumn I Take Up My Knife
Fruit in Season 3: In Autumn I Take Up My Knife
Fruit in Season 3: In Autumn I Take Up My Knife
The view from the kitchen sink takes in the garden,the fence, the tall trees in the valley, the children shouting
and crying, the feijoa tree, shedding its fruit,
like large green tears, or bullets big as a human heart.
Each swipe of the dish-sponge is anger or regret,
choices have consequences, consequences constrict
to the tightness of skin on a fruit, this feijoa
I slice into, savagely, and stop. Pineapple-scented.
The soft, fragrant jelly within.
© 2009, Miriam Wei Wei Lo
Publisher: first published on PIW, Rotterdam
Publisher: first published on PIW, Rotterdam
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Fruit in Season 3: In Autumn I Take Up My Knife
The view from the kitchen sink takes in the garden,the fence, the tall trees in the valley, the children shouting
and crying, the feijoa tree, shedding its fruit,
like large green tears, or bullets big as a human heart.
Each swipe of the dish-sponge is anger or regret,
choices have consequences, consequences constrict
to the tightness of skin on a fruit, this feijoa
I slice into, savagely, and stop. Pineapple-scented.
The soft, fragrant jelly within.
Fruit in Season 3: In Autumn I Take Up My Knife
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