The only orange on earth
grows 3 days by train, 7 hours by car, or 30 minutes through the air away
many years it had spent wasted,
yellow and bitter
too sour for any girl to kiss.

But when, by chance, I stepped into his orchard
I found him, not rancid,
but ripened
and sweet, full of western lights .

Now I'm dying for you, my love.
My skin falls off in great swollen swaths,
and the chill from the biting rain cuts to the core,
melts my bones better than any heat wave.

State lines as fences?
Well.
I will simply find a way to jump them.