Not hosting Thanksgiving means I am free to conduct food experiments. There is a soursop fruit ripening in a paper bag on my dining room table. I have zero idea what I’m going to do with it, but I’m delighted to have the opportunity to play.
defensive
named “custard apple”
your spiky outsides protect
gooey sweets within
reminded of my people
i cradle you carefully
Don’t think I’ve heard of this fruit before.
Beautiful poem.
@divatobe: It is DELICIOUS. I was shocked!