11
10
2006
Onion, fruit of grace….
Onion, fruit of grace,
you swell in the garden
hidden as the heart of God,
but you are not about religion.
Onion, frying into all those Os,
you are a perfect poet,
and you are not about that.
Onion, I love you,
you sleek, auburn beauty,
you break my heart though
I know you don’t mean
to make me cry.
Peeling your paper skin,
I cry. Chopping you,
I cry. Slicing off
your wiry roots,
I cry like a penitent
at communion, onion.
Tasting grace, layer by layer,
I eat your sweet hear
that burns like the Savior’s.
The sun crust you pull on
while you’re still underground,
I’ve peeled it.
Onion, I’m eating
God’s tears.
Julia Kasdorf from Eve’s Striptease
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“Onion, fruit of grace”?