by Erikka Durdle

You ask why my milk tastes sweet, like persimmon, ripe plum syrup–
of rice cakes steamed with flowers, petals tossed in layers of honey.
Our blood sings in harmony with Lobster rolls and hot dogs.

About the Author
Erikka is a graduate of Southern New Hampshire University’s Mountainview MFA and was the recipient of the program’s Safford Book Prize for best Fiction thesis and the Lynn Safford Memorial Prize. She is the editor of Hallaren Literary Magazine and a staff writer at JADEN magazine. Erikka has words in Assignment Magazine and (forthcoming) in the Field Guide Poetry Magazine. She is working on her first novel, a story about a Korean mother and her pregnant American daughter. You can follow her on twitter @durdlealoha.