On How to Cut a Mango

So, now, I roam my abode
alone at night,
And in the mornings
I am still alone

I pick up the knife
to cut myself a Mango
and realise that I’ve never done this before
Is that right? I ask myself
careful not to lie and careful not to insult
Yes – gosh
More or less.

How is it – I’ve never cut a Mango?
I hail from the tropics
This should mean I am always prepared for rain
and that I am an expert at cutting Mangoes

But I am not.

Strange, I say
I have been sheltered in all the weirdest ways.

(I cut it open successfully
and am relieved – no, gleeful – that it tastes exactly like the Mangoes at home.
More or less.)

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