This is the way I’ve started eating oranges:
Each half in fourths, it’s a dance of peeling
The bitter bark away from the meat
Piece by piece. This is how it is with bananas:
Browning they’re halved and one
Is cut for a bowl of oat cereal, the other
Is stripped completely before eaten bite by bite.
With apples I make platters for cheese,
Grapefruits I have spent my life believing
I hated, but these days if cut right with sugar
There is no equal taste on my tongue.
This is how I started seeing fruit in girls:
The decisions for dissection, the angle
Of the cut determining the evenness
Or the level of how well we know one another.
These are the palms moistened
By uncertainty, the citrus spilling thoughtlessly
Into the crevices we find so thrilling there.