... when i was younger, ( arguably more so than i am now ) i hopped, bank to slippery bank to wade up to my knees in river water and steal crab apples from the tree of my grandmother’s neighbor. and before that, i plucked ripe satsumas from the green-stemmed tower in my aunt’s yard. everyday, i grow younger than i am now and i often indulge in picking fruit: gooseberries pierce and split the very tip of my tongue on the daily. this is why i say i grow younger; though my red lips are puckered by sour fruit, my fingers do not cease to pluck. i consider myself lucky, for not many grasp the footing to plant themselves on wet riverbanks or the gall to compromise the safety of their tender tongues in search for sweet berries. ... Sia Moon is a young New Orleans-based writer and poet of Black and Buryat descent. Her work has been featured in the Riverbend Review, the Eunoia Review, and Chewers. Her poetry has won a S...