Bittersweet
I frequent fruit stands
for chopped mangoes
sprinkled with tajin powder
If they're crisp and sour
instead of soft and syrupy
I squint my eyes
wrinkle my nose
muttering "Bittersweet!"
The sandy wind
blows against my face
stings my eyes
blurs my view with tears
while ravens cry
"Bittersweet!"
The taste on my tongue
reminds me
of adolescence
my lips curled
into a single word
"Bittersweet"
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