Aubergine

I wrote an aubergine poem:


Fried Flowers of Aubergine

I see Aubergine, that word,
and think of how she loved those fried flowers of aubergine,
one more memory, like joking about her recipe for hummingbird
nectar, saying she’s going to cook a hummingbird.
I don’t want to be remembered as a great housekeeper.
I see Aubergine, that word,
and think how she loved those fried flowers of aubergine.