The Lemon
Upon waking I
Wandered to the
Kitchen and started
Boiling water in my little
Copper pot before
Remembering that I
Threw out the last
Of the lemon, which I
Found rotten the day
Before, from a tear in
The aluminum cozy I
Made for it, which
Rendered the flesh
Too soft and tender
I am out of ginger, too,
So digestion became
Impossible.
Days like this, you want
Ladybugs to find
Greener pastures than
Your ceiling, you want
The rain to sing you her
Own tender sorrows.
~ Tammy T. Stone
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Tammy T. Stone is a Canadian writer currently living in Japan; she’s also a photographer and chronicler of life as it passes through us. Her writing has been featured on elephant journal, and she writes regularly for The Tattooed Buddha and submits poetry to Journey of the Heart: Women’s Spiritual Poetry. She’s had poems published in orion headless, Buddhist Poetry Review, The Plum Tree, The Camel Saloon, The Voices Project, and Dairy River, among other publications. Her first book, a collection of poems called Formation: Along the Ganges and Back Again, was published by Prolific Press in 2015.