issue 7
// poetry
war on pomegranate
by Megan Lolley
last saturday i asked you what a pomegranate means;
you said sex, and i laughed because everything means
sex (when will there be a fruit that does not mean sex)--
in Buddhism pomegranates are sacrificed to Hariti (she
feasts on young children) to catapult her into motherhood:
patron goddess of children sucking on those pulpy seeds
like the baby that sucks her breast (does she know the Greeks
see corporeal death in the viscera–pink clumps)--I wonder
why pomegranates cannot mean the softness of my eyes or
the way that my voice changes when i am in love again.
about the author // Megan Lolley
| Megan Lolley is a recent graduate of the English-MA program at the University of Idaho. During her tenure at the U of I, she served as the President of the English Graduate Association and the Writer-in-Residence for the College of Natural Resources. She enjoys poetry that explores the body and the natural world. |
Instagram: @megan_lolley
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