Durian Girl
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Peel me open like a mango, sticky juices
staining your hands. Eat me out, my papaya heart filling your empty stomach. Hold me in your palm strange & ugly like rambutan. Unpalatable like durian, pull apart my milky flesh with your hands as the stench fills the room. Not all fruit is sweet & easy to consume. I am exotic but not in the way you’d like me to be. I want to leave you dirty with the memory of me unable to wash my scent off your skin. I am your guilty pleasure that no one understands. Spilling out of your mouth, running down your chin I am everywhere & you can’t get enough. |
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Ally Ang is a queer Asian American poet whose work deals with the intersections of those identities, among many other things. Ally is the author of the chapbook Monstrosity (Damaged Goods Press, 2016) and their work has appeared in Nepantla, Tinderbox Poetry Journal, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, and more. Find Ally on Twitter and Instagram @TheOceanIsGay.
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