Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Politics, and Nature

Alexis Rhone Fancher: Thin-Skinned

You called it the ‘Winter of the Oranges,’ that February into March when our love was new, and the downtown Farmer’s Market sold thin-skinned navel oranges for cheap. You’d grab our reusable bags and head for 5th St, sampling each farmer’s juicy segments before bringing home a ten pound sack. I’d never tasted such consistent sweetness – orange to orange, sack to sack, week to week – like nature had conspired to make every orange equal. Bursting they were – skin too thin to peel with fingers – they needed a sharp knife to slice them smartly into quarters or peel them whole, rind a single, perfect spiral, a three-way between peel, pith and fruit. That winter you squeezed the juice into goblets, overflowing. You poured your love into me. But Spring came. The knife bled. Something stupid I said. You, and the oranges turned bitter overnight.


Poem and photograph copyright 2018 Alexis Rhone Fancher

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This entry was posted on January 18, 2018 by in Art and Cinema, Health and Nutrition, Poetry and tagged , , .
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