Ars Poetica II: Orange Poetica

I’ve never eaten an orange

but I shiver at the thought

of seeing its

skin

peeled off

and all its juices leaking down my shirt

its bundled insides like

sacks

of flesh

being divided and divided again

and then bitten off—

it’s gross, don’t ask me why

I just think its wrong
to tear at an orange’s insides.