Guinep

GUINEP

Our mothers have a thing
about guinep:

Mind you don’t eat guinep in your good clothes.
It will stain them.

Mind you don’t climb guinep tree.
You will fall.

Mind you don’t swallow guinep seed.
It will grow inside you.

Our mothers have a thing
about guinep: They’re
secretly consuming it.

From Gardening in the Tropics (Insomniac Press, 2005), copyright Olive Senior 2005, used by permission of the author and the publisher

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