Pomegranate Drunk pink pomegranate— ripe, you fit in my palm like a small bald monkey’s angry head. Under my knife, your skull opens. I dig my way in and eat what I find in the bone caverns of the monkey’s ancient jungle. I fill my mouth with small blood jewels— the sweet-sour burst of brainsap, then spit out the seeds and wait to evolve backwards.
Tina Blade lives in Duvall, WA, east of Seattle in the Snoqualmie River Valley where she is an avid birder. She received her MFA from University of Oregon. Her work has appeared in The Moth, Still Point Arts Quarterly, Calyx, Mid-American Review, Menacing Hedge, and elsewhere. She is currently working on her chapbook, Broken Blue Egg.
“Pomegranate” was originally published in California Quarterly.