Pawpaw

1 October 2015

Carica papaya

No Need To Argue, French Vanilla ice cream and tear-dry eyes
I will taste as I hear, hear as I taste for the rest of my life
Walk Two Moons, pawpaw with lime, and for once, not me who cries

there was no screaming, no hit, no touch, no whip, no knife
the only cut – the first sung notes of Ode To My Family, vanilla dissolving salt
I will taste as I hear, hear as I taste for the rest of my life

I’ll never know if something happened, if someone was at fault
all I remember is that voice, that taste, that beat, and each dry blink
the only cut – the first sung notes of Ode To My Family, vanilla dissolving salt

half a city away in my other home, each dry blink in synch
watching her, seeing her cry the first time, as she reads aloud, as I eat
all I remember is that voice, that taste, that beat, and each dry blink

the wonder of seeing such sadness, pure, without defeat
in someone else’s story, someone else’s death, someone else torn
watching her, seeing her cry the first time, as she reads, as I eat

I will taste mourning, salt and sweet in each note, each voice, the past born
No Need To Argue, French Vanilla ice cream and tear-dry eyes
this bridge spanning silence, with taste, with sound; without hate, without scorn
Walk Two Moons, pawpaw with lime, and for once, not me who cries

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