I never know when love is in season, it always
seems like I come when the harvest is done
and this one’s turned bitter, the taste burning
my tongue and this one’s too ripe, sticky
juice dripping, its skin bruised and full of flies
and this one’s not ready yet, it’s too green
my teeth refuse to sink in and over there the girls
are feasting and here I am, lonely and wishing
I were better at this because I want to feel what
it is to love and be loved and
I hope it’s sweet.
ALEJANDRA MEDINA is a Latina writer and current undergraduate student, born and raised in the city of Los Angeles, California. Her work has won a Scholastic Art & Writing Award and has been published in several online magazines, most recently The Incandescent Review and Lucky Jefferson. When she isn’t writing, she’s learning about love through Korean dramas or crocheting up a storm.