By: Yasmeen Yahya
Crunch – the pink, sticky juices race down
My lips to my fingers, and they trickle down my arms
A mess eating the watermelon my mother
Tenderly cut for me but I don’t wait for
A bowl or a fork or a napkin
Because the best way to eat a watermelon is without
Caution or care
And just like the Texas summer it becomes a part of you
So I laugh and laugh because my arms are sticky and naturally I
Chase my mom around the kitchen
My arms out wide as she laughs and laughs and
My lips are a shade of pink that’s only visible on a day in July,
After munching on some watermelon your mother cut for you.
I only want to eat watermelon.
I only want to see shades of pink.
She hands me a bowl and a wad of napkins
And then I ask for another more, please.