POEM
Jackfruit
My body is like a jackfruit swinging on a tree
My skin is rough, my pulp is thick
Dear prince, if you want me pierce me upon your stick
Don't squeeze, I'll ooze and stain your hands
Translated by Marilyn Chin
Source: Poetry (April 2008).
This poem originally appeared in the April 2008 issue of Poetry.
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