I just ate a mandarin orange
rind cupped on the table
pale pith a slip removed
my hands clothed in scent
I eat from a migration of fruit
one hand plucked
another packed
my own passes bills, coins
exchanged many times over
I eat what’s bought
my hands clean of soil
dirtied by paper passing hand to hand to hand
the tart taste lingers
I suck the memory of orange
