Two Clementines

Welcome to the fruit tree!

Home Is a Mulberry Tree

Mulberries cake to the bottom of my shoes

Purple sticky swirls stain the tiles every spring

People love to ask whats your definition of home

Its always the people, the people, the people

I feel at home with the mulberries

Tracking a mess in the kitchen

Where its sticky and slick and insists

Never apologetic, more like get over it

if it keeps on, it keeps on

Ordinary and flavorless, still

It’s my stain and my rot

and my fruit