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?!”