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Mulberries and the Death of the Literary Novel

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May 2005, no. 271

Mulberries and the Death of the Literary Novel

by
May 2005, no. 271

Torrid noon, I’m high in my mulberry harvest.

 

So, what is it with this tree? Lower branches, I click

quickly left or right – fingers safebreaker light

on the gorged capsules, and they detach,

drop, thuk and whole into my plastic bucket.

Yet from the tree-peak where the fattest fruit

clusters against the sun, O I must pinch

and wrest until the berries burst like bloodspray.

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