the sun in his mouth
Under the paring knife, the mango unbecomes itself. Now it is only: flesh, skin, pit. Core, flare, chromosphere. Sticky nectar rivering down: wrist and palm and knuckle. Wakatoshi watches Iwaizumi like he’s seated at another game, another ritual.
- Part 1 of the sun in his mouth
Unbeknownst to many, after planting, some hearts take seven summers to bloom. This piece of information cannot be found in books on horticulture. It is learned only through painful, patient, wonderful experience.
- Part 2 of the sun in his mouth