“My grief is”

Published in RED INK: International Journal of Indigenous Literature, Arts, & Humanities (Spring 2017).

My grief is

like tasting a jungle fruit
raw and bitter
with a thick horned rind
but inside
the thimble of pink flesh
and the
tiny seeds in circles are
even now
despite the lingering taste

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