When I first encountered the pit of an avocado
I thought it was beautiful
Like the cherished toy of some boy-king from long ago
Polished and cared for by a thousand servants.
I washed it thoroughly and placed it on the balcony where I dry my clothes
And now I watch it fall apart and turn to dust
As the city watches me.
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Carr, C. When I First Encountered the Pit of an Avocado. J Med Humanit 36, 397 (2015). https://doi.org/10.1007/s10912-015-9357-1
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