It feels like I've never
seen this much blue sky
After months of stone and
gray blocking my vision,
an almost unbounded sky—
the winter kind: pale and
a little more fragile—
heals my soul
Driving, and
the sun's rays check in on
me
through my window
I place my head in
my lover's lap
I see his hand on the wheel
his other caressing my breast
I close my eyes to melt
into the moment,
into the music,
into the bliss
A disco of orange and
shadow on my eyelids
And every time I open my eyes
blue sky
all around
out every window
orange
It's 65 degrees out
I squint even with my sunglasses
I haven't worn them in a month
It feels so good
We walk the four desert blocks
to stabby Smiths
It's our first grocery day together
Inside, I head straight for the produce section
I positively need
green, sour,
bright, fresh
I let the fruits and vegetables call to me
I answer by pulling them into our cart
oranges, kiwis, radishes,
bell peppers, mixed greens, avocados
Juice!
I want juice!
We maneuver in front of the orange juice
I forgot how it's an entire section
no pulp, low pulp, medium pulp, high pulp
only here do we really care that much about our pulp
It makes us laugh abashedly
We lug our groceries home
I immediately pour a cup of orange juice
the medium pulp fills my mouth fully, thickly
the acidity and sweetness awaken my dormant tastebuds
I smile
OJ is good and all
but I need an orange
Orange smiles taste better than an orange peeled
so I cut one open
the purest form of OJ
trickles down my throat and fingers
It is messy eating, but that's part of the pleasure
I eat one slice after another
faster and faster
I can't get enough
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