Jackfruit

I swell like a late summer jackfruit.

My skin roughens, the pulp of my body so thick.

I wait to be speared and wanted.

If squeezed, I’ll leave my colour on your hands.

This poem appeared in POETRY Magazine, 2008.

źródło: Read A Little Poetry

10.09.2026

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