White papaya seeds
patiently waiting, revealed—
squinting in the sun.
White papaya seeds
impatiently cast away,
never to turn black.
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Over the Chinese New Year, my father-in-law gave us
Slicing it in half revealed over one hundred albino seeds clinging to pale green flesh. They seemed to be shying away from the light, squinting even. I felt bad spooning them out, watching them scatter into the sink, like tiny pebbles of potential.
The flesh is still usable, though. We’ll be making a soup out of it. Not all is lost. Such soup is ideal for the chilly Taiwanese winter we’re currently going through.
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