The Tiny Almond

without caring for the actual peach / we would wait for Ma

By Sunayna Pal

without caring for the actual peach
we would wait for Ma
to break open the seed

she'd place it in her copper mortar
and pound it with the pestle.
Chutki, Dad, and I

surrounded her
like vultures, as she begged
for elbow room

if the pit of the peach
pried open, with the tiny almond
unbroken, she'd strike the pestle again

to divide the prize evenly
but none of us ever
gave her a share


Sunayna Pal was born and raised in Mumbai, India and now resides in Maryland with her family. She made her literary debut with her book of poems “Refugees in Their Own Country” (B&W Fountain), which explores the Partition of India. Her work has appeared in numerous international journals and anthologies.

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