Posted Monday, August 1st, 2005
An Afternoon Under a Plum Tree
A plum stone has nested in her throat; to speak she coughs it to one side. It’s been there a while, years really. Sometimes she bargains with it: Listen if you move just a bit, I’ll…Or she ignores it, forces her food down around it. Padded by yellow plum meat and requests for silence, it’s pitted there, settled in, rooted. She’s learned it can wait things out easier than it can weigh out against things, and vitriol ferments even the hardest bit. But now this chunk has begun to annoy, disturb. She’s seated under a tree, on a patch of ground dotted with puce and bruise-blue. Her two plump children lie nearby, under a damp sheet flung over a clothesline, and test the patience of ants. She stands up, her legs two steady trunks, her hands on her hips, and yells to the air: Excuse me while I offer this back to the source. She leans forward and spits it past her teeth, over her timorous tongue and out, out onto earth-rich ground to root in another place not so complicated by permission and reproach.
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Posted by GC Smith [ firstname.lastname@example.org
] on Monday, August 1st, 2005 at 4:15 PM
Very nicely done Katrina. Different and good.
Posted by Patricia Moed on Monday, August 1st, 2005 at 10:25 PM
Very rich prose, Katrina. Well done.
Posted by Myfanwy Collins on Wednesday, August 3rd, 2005 at 12:30 PM
As usual, this is amazing, Kat!
Posted by Beverly Jackson on Thursday, August 4th, 2005 at 9:55 AM
This is wonderful, Kat! I got goosebumps.
Posted by Sharon Hurlbut on Thursday, August 4th, 2005 at 2:24 PM
This is exquisite!
Posted by debbie ice on Thursday, August 4th, 2005 at 3:53 PM
Oh this is gorgeous, katrina! I love love it.
I love how that viriol ferments even the hardest bit.
Posted by Patry Francis on Sunday, August 7th, 2005 at 1:13 AM
Not so complicated by permission and reproach." This is wonderful, Katrina.