Eating an Orange in Agincourt Mall

Eating an Orange in Agincourt Mall

Segment by segment. Carefully.

That’s life these days.

(Or always was? Clear            

seed misplaced in banquet blurs.)

Rotate in the hands with

gentle pressure. Pick a spot

with give to poke teeth into.

Unzip with thumb and two

pronged fingers, trying for a continuous

curl, forgiving yourself the snaps

and pick-aways. Plug with

pith tail levered free, and

clinging web of membrane

detached in branching strands.

Now. Colour’s fragrance is this

taste reclaimed from rushing roads 

and greasy hours. Spurts of             

sweet sweet juice as flesh gives

way, dissolves, becomes a part of

you.