Cracked

You held me like a pomegranate 

Gentle in your hand 

Allowing me to crack open 

To reveal the sweetness 

You trusted lay beneath the thick layers 

Cradled against you 

You coaxed each seed 

Like a jewel

Smiling 

When the tart juice burst in your mouth 

Not afraid to get your hands sticky

Hilary Buffum

Hilary Buffum (she/they) is a Bay Area theatre artist turned writer who grew up on Ramaytush Ohlone land, colonially known as San Francisco. They started writing poetry years ago in the corners of journals as a way to process life and death and grief and identity. In the last few years they have begun to share these pieces with friends and family and now you. 

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