The Bitter and The Sweet

As if figuring out who the hell I am isn’t hard enough, the mystery of who she was lingers like the bitter skin of a kumquat, thin and tender, yielding a burst of sweetness to the slightest sharp pressure.  And this imperative question has, by and by, revealed the outlines of something sweet, inside myself,  beyond the sour rind, surprising no one more than me.


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