Vinegar Ceremony after Mary Ruefle I bury my hatred in the graveyard I water my hatred with vinegar I fertilize my hatred with salt My hatred grows deep like a tuber I leave my hatred to dry Maybe my hatred will die My hatred still grows without water Its leaves still sprout without sun My hatred grows teeth like a shadow Its fruit is a hard metal bomb My hatred lives on through my singing Repelling hummingbirds, ladybugs, worms My hatred has grown very tall Its fingers all dangle with seeds I peek from the corner of my vision Will my hatred be forgotten if I kill it? I am afraid to pull it out by the root
Vinegar Ceremony after Mary Ruefle I bury my hatred in the graveyard I water my hatred with vinegar I fertilize my hatred with salt My hatred grows deep like a tuber I leave my hatred to dry Maybe my hatred will die My hatred still grows without water Its leaves still sprout without sun My hatred grows teeth like a shadow Its fruit is a hard metal bomb My hatred lives on through my singing Repelling hummingbirds, ladybugs, worms My hatred has grown very tall Its fingers all dangle with seeds I peek from the corner of my vision Will my hatred be forgotten if I kill it? I am afraid to pull it out by the root
About Cleo Qian Cleo Qian is a writer from southern California. Her work has been published in The Guardian, Shenandoah, Pleiades, AAWW's The Margins and elsewhere. Her first book, LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO, is forthcoming from TIn House in 2023.
"My hatred lives on through my singing
Repelling hummingbirds, ladybugs, worms
My hatred has grown very tall
Its fingers all dangle with seeds"
“Vinegar Ceremony” by Cleo Qian (@cleoqian.bsky.social) from @honeyliterary.bsky.social
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