I was born in mangoes

I was born in mangoes
different colored dirt
black rivers that sometimes ran red

on a film strip
images and sounds
make-believe and lies

I live in the winter
under the sun and
under my fingernails

i died in the spring
green and yellow feeding pink and blue
-shredded ribbons of citrus fruit.

 

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