‘Just now I have begun to think that if it were possible I would prefer Tai to enter me and feel her pushing against my organs. I would sooner have her within me rather than invade her’
‘Magaly Park’, p.71.
The Cartography of Others
by Catherine McNamara
I drag the knife across the skin
of a mango, travel the circumference
of its red-green shell, a bead
of juice seeping out at the seam.
Dig my fingers into the flesh,
break the fruit apart into uneven
halves. I hand one to you, lift the other
to my mouth...