{"id":2735,"date":"2015-01-04T10:55:11","date_gmt":"2015-01-04T10:55:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=2735"},"modified":"2015-01-12T23:27:11","modified_gmt":"2015-01-12T23:27:11","slug":"woman-at-a-fruit-stand-sarah-trudgeon","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/?p=2735","title":{"rendered":"Woman At A Fruit Stand  &#8211; Sarah Trudgeon"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>\u00a0<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cLike to like nature\u201d: these agglutinous yellows!<\/em><em>\u2014Ezra Pound, from &#8220;Women Before A Shop.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Oh, yes, I have apples, but you look like someone with <em>the<\/em><br \/>\nfinest taste: come in back and try my more tropical gew-gaws:<br \/>\nguanabana better than pina-colada, my guava, my bunch<br \/>\nof Praying Hands bananas, clasped in desire, one false<br \/>\nprophet in each divine finger. Come in here! Scrape the amber<br \/>\nflesh from my mango skin with your spoiled teeth<br \/>\nand pluck sweet floral lychee and rambutan eyeballs from their false-<br \/>\neyelashed, raspberry shells. Peel back the leathery, turquoise<br \/>\nhide of my custard apples, smartly designed to attract<br \/>\nspecifically you. And suck the seeds smooth before spitting them<br \/>\nout! Halve the big brown teardrop of my mamey; finger its flesh<br \/>\nlike a goblet of baby-food, apricot-marzipan custard of youth. You want to.<br \/>\nNibble gently, at last, my sunny canistel, the texture<br \/>\nlike egg yolk, the taste like vanilla, but also like nothing else in nature,<br \/>\nlike you, like me. Stranger than fiction, more like tumors or monsters\u2014these<br \/>\nrot-stinking jackfruits, I mean. Our insides are all just the little agglutinous<br \/>\nhearts of nature: synesthetic, bruised and light-bright yellows.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-2747 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/headshot-sarah-trudgeon_s.jpg\" alt=\"headshot, sarah trudgeon_s\" width=\"146\" height=\"219\" \/>Sarah Trudgeon\u2019s poetry has appeared in the\u00a0<em>London Review of Books<\/em>, <em>Iron Horse Literary Review<\/em>, <em>Sewanee Theological Review<\/em>, <em>Smartish Pace<\/em>, and <em>The TLS<\/em>, and is forthcoming from\u00a0<em>The Nation<\/em>. Her reviews have appeared in <em>The Cincinnati Review<\/em>. She was a finalist for the Poetry Foundation\u2019s 2013 Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Fellowship. She teaches part-time at the University of Miami.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 The gew-gaws of false amber and false turquoise attract them. \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u201cLike to like nature\u201d: these agglutinous yellows!\u2014Ezra Pound, from &#8220;Women Before A Shop.&#8221; &nbsp; Oh, yes, I have apples, but you look like someone with the finest taste: come in back and try my more tropical gew-gaws: guanabana [&#038;hellip<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2741,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[121],"class_list":["post-2735","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","tag-market-by-brett-newell"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2735","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2735"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2735\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2762,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2735\/revisions\/2762"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2741"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2735"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2735"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/narrativenortheast.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2735"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}