Merlinda Bobis


To keep a place alive in your heart, it must dwell in your mouth. Heart-Mouth. Mouth-Heart. This is how you remember or want to remember. The first plum shared with Nancy of the plum garden next door. It was heady sweet. You were both twelve, but she was taller. You were blissfully worried that she might kiss you, because you had plum skin stuck at the roof of your mouth.



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