I read about wet fruit dripping juice
down girls’ mouths, tasting like warm
summer days. deliberate and without
purpose: a detached trail of sugar on
skin. I bite into a plum and hear the
door open. I am caught, arm hovering
just above the sink. my throat at the
angle that prevents me from becoming
a summer girl. I let the juice run slowly.
Mindy Le is a junior at Yale University studying Molecular, Cellular, and Developmental Biology. She enjoys taking walks to watch squirrels and conducting scientific research, where she currently studies DNA repair in the context of breast and ovarian cancer. Writing poetry is an intimate form of self-expression for Mindy outside of her studies, and she appreciates how poetry allows her to reflect upon her life.