The Bitter Taste

Posted on April 1, 2015 by Joanna M. Weston

Yes, Easter is coming up. But first comes Good Friday. There are dark, bitter, days in our lives that have to be lived through (I know I’m not the only one who has them), and Good Friday reminds us of those days, how universal they are … before the sunshine returns …

THE BITTER TASTE

a fisted tight squeeze                       139..3.12.15
juice flows thick
with pips rags of pith
pungent squirts

drips of acid
that I lick and spit
forget acrid rind
gliding its knife
across my skin
up my nose
not spicy
or sweet-smelling
a slash of astringency
squeezed away

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About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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