Nothing(ness) Rhymes With Orange
A small slice in the fruit A foothold for my thumbnail To softly peel skin from flesh An aromatic spray of oil Catches the light Digging under the navel Prying until the central strand of pith Pops Resonating into the fruity sphere Careful progress preserves The rind as a ribbon A sweet-smelling cloak Rumpled on … Read moreNothing(ness) Rhymes With Orange