CITRUS by ALEXANDRA MARTINEZ

When I was a girl I ate whole oranges
The taste of sweet pulp and bitter peel
like eating sunlight
Before me there was Abuelo
Picking grapes
Before me there was Pa
Picking oranges
He must have laughed as he saw me
The fruit of his labors in my mouth

 


Alexandra Martinez is a poet, photographer, witch, and baker living in Queens, NY. Her work is brought on by her struggles with identity as a Chicanx, as well as her family, and the struggles of everyday people. She has no plans for the future, and is taking life as it comes.

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