Fruit
For years, I'd heard how much
my mother missed mangoes.
Now I miss mangoes.
I didn't understand before
how a mango can burn—
the thick yellow
fibers and juice
on fingers and mouth.
My tongue ripened
by the golden pulp.
Fruit
For years, I'd heard how much
my mother missed mangoes.
Now I miss mangoes.
I didn't understand before
how a mango can burn—
the thick yellow
fibers and juice
on fingers and mouth.
My tongue ripened
by the golden pulp.
Rachel Cusk photo courtesy the author.
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