- Bitter Melon
balsam pear. wrinkled gourd. leafy thing raised from seed.
pungent goya, ampalaya: cut & salt at the sink. spoon pulp
from bumpy rind, brown half-moons in garlic & sparking mantika.
like your nanay did. like your lola did. like your manang braving hot parsyak—
you'll wince. you'll think of the taste of your own green body—mapait
ang lasa. your sneer. masakit, dugo't laman. it hurts, this smack of bitter.
yes you'll remember how much it hurts, to nick your thumb as you bloom heat
in acid, sili at sukang puti—to grow up glowering in half-light—to flesh out
& plod through your own grassy way, unfurl your own crush of vines.
after you tip it onto a mound of steamed rice, as you chew,
the barb of it will hit the back of your throat. look at yourself,
square. you used to snarl at moths, start small blazes in entryways. [End Page 102]
woodchip fires, flaking paint. look, tignan mo—see your lip
curling in the glint of your bowl. unruly squash. acrid vegetable,
you'll flinch. you'll want to see nothing, taste like nothing. but
when you disappear your meal— when you choke on the last
chunky morsel of rice—you'll slurp thirsty for more—a saccharine life.
huwag mo akong kalimutan, you'll plead—
taste me.taste me. [End Page 103]
Ina Cariño was born in Baguio City in the Philippines. Her poetry and prose appear in Oxford Review of Books, Fugue, Tupelo Quarterly, Nat. Brut, VIDA Review, and December Magazine, among others. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from North Carolina State University in Raleigh.