Weird Bits

She watched her

peel all the

pale fleshy

bits off of the

tangerine.

Delicate wedges

that knew

how to grow

together,

getting the

chance to breathe.

And I keep staring

at her plucking

off all the weird bits

and it makes me

uneasy.

Maybe because

later in the day

I will pluck

at the dry skin

on my lips.

Because I am

just a wedge

learning to grow

eager to breath.

 

Doesn’t

everyone have

something they

enjoy to pluck at?

 

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