citrus

slicing through the hardened rind

the blade meets meat

carving through flesh inside

taking a slice each,

soft skin gets stuck between

slabs of yellowing teeth

that will chew, grinding down

even into peel

the curling crown

of our citrus flesh,

the fumbling fat fingers,

too quick to undress

unripe fruit that people take

into hands, their thread

and needle penetrate

Our parts and sew our holes shut

To hide the crimes

of indulging in us

in fruit, i prise open the hole

and cut through stitches

so i am unable to forget

how much i hate them all