I am the world inside/ of every persimmon
October 29, 2024
golden nectar
stains
my grandmother’s palms
I am the world inside
of every persimmon
a rapture of honey
summer sun
flowers
in the mouth
I love being
a salted egg custard bun
or sometimes
the sprinkle of pollen
that makes you ah-choo!
everything
everywhere
all at once
I am the book
ripening
as it opens
I am
severe
tooth decay
& jaundice
won’t you look at the autumn leaves
sleeping
on the tin roof?
it was me:
the hummingbird
you loved as a little girl
This poem previously appeared in the print anthology 11 Austin Poets, published by Udumbara Press (2024).