Guacamole, a Prose Poem

Joanell Serra
1 min readMay 27, 2022

Published this week on Mac Queen’s Quinterly

Guacamole

When you call me, I am testing avocados at the fruit stand, traffic blowing by behind me. I hope to ascertain if they were picked a few days early or left hanging on the branch for too long. If I do find one that feels just right, I must consider its origins. Is it from Northern Mexico? I’ve read that the cartel is running the avocado farms in Michoacan. Were any humans harmed in the making of this avocado? I listen as you explain why you can’t admit to your family that you’re getting an MFA. They will shit all over this dream. You’re sure of it. Because families manufacture secrets and shame for the dreams they themselves planted. I’ll tell no one about your poetry problem, I promise you. I imagine mashing the fresh green flesh of the dangerous fruit in my hand.

Thank you Mac Queen’s! I recommend readers check out the full online issue — lots of great poetry!

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Joanell Serra
Joanell Serra

Written by Joanell Serra

Joanell Serra MFT . Writer/therapist/ consultant/social change maker/ bio/adoptive mom. The Vines We Planted debut novel. May 2018. (Wido)

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