Wednesday, January 3, 2018

Detail


By now the apples have given way to oranges, and peeling them scents the rooms. The heirloom variety is best. I know which ones to choose. From midday on, my fingers smell like orange perfume. Then, in the evening, the moon rises, and she says, “Me, too.”

peeling an orange
my father did it this way
with suicide hands



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