I am allergic to raspberries.
For years, I did not understand this.
I thought that people enjoyed their bitter flavour,
The way they made mouths tingle and swell.
I thought it was normal to cringe as the succulent bubbles popped
And more of that sweet-bitter poison traced its way down my throat.
We could grow few other fruit,
But we could grow raspberries.
Thousand of raspberries in drinks,
In the half-rotten smell of their unpicked fruit,
Baked in the summer’s heat.
No-one could understand why I did not like them,
And so I determined the problem was me,
And the strange flavours only my mouth could find.
I am allergic to raspberries,
And I no longer have to try to find-
The sweet in the bitter.
It is hard to walk out of step with the world.