How sweet is Jack fruit, Pani Waraka,
Just like the flesh of rambutan,
How though, in an anatomy lesson
They become metaphoric examples,
Resembling the beehive, and
How a great divide separates
Not just the Koreas, but
Also the palindromic symmetry,
And the proven asymmetry
How one pair of eyes that
See the sweet flesh of a jak fruit, perhaps
Will not see the hairy rambutan,
Or perhaps will, and how beautiful
Is this hodge podge.
Meanwhile, a clown fish in the ocean,
Turns into a new form, knowing it is always
The most dominant male,
That becomes a female clown fish, now taking
The responsibility of laying
Hundreds of eggs.
I look at these blurring edges,
In everything. How color is a scale,
So is sexuality, so is intelligence,
So is oxytocin-dripping love, while a well-built man,
Looks at his size 14 basketball shoes, and
A fat hat, his gaze shifting to a near-naked picture
Of a bikini-clad Kate Upton, eating a popsicle,
And thinks to himself, “I wonder what the flavor is?”.
Silently wishing for one.