The Orange

today I peeled an orange more perfect

than I ever deserved

tasted it with tightly closed eyes

there are angels here someone shouts out

heavens gates are open waiting

in the shimmer light spreads unevenly

deeply in huddled roses

in the blur wretch of pain

a taste of her many small deaths

lingers in the salt

of one choking

burning

tear

JP Pestana

The Orange

7.28.2021