i like to guess the flavor of a fruit by its name. especially ones i’ve never had.
the lumpy kumquat is a kiwi smashed into a puddle of rainwater and rolled into a wad on my tongue like chewing gum.
the winter melon i saw in chinese food, once. i think it tastes like snow white’s lips just before she woke up.
and the tamarind is a mystery to a suburban/urbanite like me. frankly, it might be a mammal in the jungle or the name of a mythical beast.
i think tamarind tastes like a burning orange. in my imagination, it sears my tongue.
i breathe golden fire.