| O Y S T E R B O Y R E V I E W 9 | ||
| O F M Y M O T H E R , I N M I D D L E A G E | ||
| Andrea Selch | ||
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Of My Mother YoU |
Her pleasures, it seems, are few and highly perishable: chief among them melon—cantaloupe or casaba.  I've heard her say,I don't like sex, but honeydew—a tart one— ah, my mouth waters. And though already(at only thirty) I've arranged to hate all ground-fruit, to puzzle when she pairs the watery chunks with prosciutto, yogurt, salt, todayI notice, cutting one for her, how the toothy mass of seeds looks like my insides—luscious, easily thrown out. | |
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