my little piece of ginger

I saw her it eating ginger

She did it secretly

Like it was taboo

A sin

Something not to be spoken of

She chewed at it

With surprising dedication

The curiosity couldn’t bid wait

What with the bitter taste in my mouth

Okay

I get the tingly burning sensation

Like the tongue is in momentary ecstasy

It was like a drug that raw ginger

She must have been addicted

I saw her eating ginger

One more time

And when she saw me see her

She hid it

Like it was a taboo

A sin

Something not to be spoken of

I stepped up and asked

So what is with this ginger?

“You really don’t want to know”

If I didn’t I would not have asked.

“It’s for the morning sickness”

Blank

“I told you, you wouldn’t want to know”

Still blank

I took a piece of ginger

This was for my nervous sickness