Durian
by Shuli Lau


I love opening a durian,
the tightness of the shell before I pull it
open, the soft rip as the cavity sees light,
the newspaper open wide on a cool porcelain
floor, the soft peachy flesh that melts
in my mouth, the weight of the fruited
seed in my palm.






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