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Ode to Peeling an Orange

To sink a thumb into the hollow nub of a fruit — reaching for the flesh so the tab of skin I lift won’t break off as I peel a spiral from the top — juice pools on my tongue and I picture my grandmother new to the island at twenty. Ten pairs of eyes barnacled…

4 tygodnie temu

@dominique-ahkong

These Days

I turn to the shadows, to the sun that struggles to rise in the sky and the moon that has sliced a thousand small ears. I turn to the bat that roosts on hollow branches, I turn to the bird that drinks on the wing. I sleep alone these days, and rarely speak.…

4 tygodnie temu

@dominique-ahkong