Tag: Bitter Leaf

Feb 15

Pounded Yam

I bend my fingers to get a better view, watch as the rock catches the light and I think, my mother would be so proud. A sigh forces itself out of my mouth into his, and as he grunts in response his doughy fingers dig deeper into my back. Ouch.


What if it wasn’t so tasty? What if your taste buds didn’t agree even over time? And what if the soup didn’t like your mouth? Soups have feelings you know…His lips bring me back.