Do you like to eat oranges still?
You used to.
We'd go driving at your car, way past our limits,
And sometimes, an old man would sell bags of oranges,
right off 55.
They were strung in red netting, that made them look brighter then they really were,
as if oranges could ever be a lie.
You'd buy a bag, or maybe two,
only if you were intrigued by the way the oranges moved
in nets like fish.
You'd rip it open, peel the skin, carefully
You were only ever careful about peeling them,
and you'd take extra care, extra caution
to make sure it was perfect,
and we'd share the orange.

When the man asked me how I felt about the end to our oranges,
I said that you had been left unpeeled,
but I was intact.
Do you like oranges?
Do they sell them in red nets where you are?