Onions

As a girl I hated onions

considered them a malevolent force

sneaking into my dishes always

tallying victories for every

gross-crunch-ruined-mouthful

“Your tastebuds change every 7 years, missy” said mom.

 

As an adult I mince and sauté them for sweetness

gaze into the shimmer of their singing purple skins

and think of how much I love her

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