BITTER / sweet
(730 half-painted apricot pits)
My fingers
are completely numb.
It has been too long
that I have been holding
this apricot pit firmly in my fist.
As if its’ sharp edges
Could heal my doubtful regrets.
I want to crack it open.
But its possible bitterness
has crippled my will.
The memory of my father's voice
is echoing in my ears.
“ You must wait until you have a bunch, then break them open !!”
I wish I could ask him
“How come no apricot tree bears kernels instead?!”
