My Mulberry Tree

My Mulberry Tree

Behind our house

Was the most beautiful tree. 

It had an Afro

That spread wide

Decorated with 

Purple red black 

Mulberries

Covered in tiny crack and crevices.

Its trunk 

Short, squat and gnarly

Steps for us 

to climb

Up

Into the fruit-ladened

Branches.

We straddled

Them as we plucked

And popped berries

Into our mouths

With our forever purple

Stained hands.

My daddy,

Tethered 

to his oxygen tank,

Called down one day.

“Get a bowl, 

Fill it

With berries.”

I did.

“Now, cover it 

with water,

Pour in 

Salt.

Let it sit

For an hour.”

In one hour

I grabbed 

the bowl.

And Froze.

Tiny Black 

Bugs

Floated

Swam

Covered

The top of the 

Water

That covered

The mulberries.

Many 

Many

Bugs.

I miss mulberries.

I never ate 

another one.